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PsAL. LXXXVIII.

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ORD God that doft me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry ;
And all night long before thee weep,'
Before thee

prostrate lie.'
z Into thy presence let my pray'r

5 • With fighs devout ascend, And to my cries, that ceaseless are,'

Thine ear with favor bend.
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore

Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,
My life at death's unchearful door'

Unto the grave draws nigh.
4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit, I am a man, but weak alas,

15 And for that name unfit. s From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,'
And like the sain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie • deep.'
Whom thou rememberest no more,

Doft never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er

• Death's hideous house hath barr'd.' 6 Thou in the lowest pit" profound

25 Haft set me • all forlorn, Where thickest darknesshovers round,'

In horrid deeps to mourn.' 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter sąves,' Full fore doth press on me ;

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* Heb. "A man without manly strength.'

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* Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,

* And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, 'for they change,' 35

And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow, and afliction great,

Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread,
10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,

Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their loathsome bed'

• With pale and hollow eyes?
11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell

45 On whom the grave - hath hold,' Or they who in perdition dwell,'

Thy faithfulness unfold ?" 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand

• Or' wondrous acts be known, Thy justice in the 'gloomy' land

Of dark' oblivion ? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,

• Ere yet my life be spent,' And up to thee' my pray’r doth hie,' 55

Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake,

And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already brụis'd, and f shake With terror sent froin thee?

60 Bruis d, and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire,

While

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While I thy terrors undergo

Altonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth Aow,

Thy threatnings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go,

Like waves they me pursue.
18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd,

And sever'd from me far :
They fy me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrase on Psal. CXIV.

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This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen

years

old.

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After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown, 5 His praise and glory was in Israel known. That saw the troubled fea, and shivering filed, And fought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil, As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil. 19 The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ews, the little hills like lambs. Why Aed the ocean? And why skipt the mountains ? Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains ? Shake Earth, and at the presence be aghaft 15 Of him that ever was, and ay shall ļalt, That glasly floods from rugged rocks can crush, And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush,

PSAL,

PsAL. CXXXVI.

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ET us with a gladfome mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies ay indure, -

Ever faithful, ever fure.
Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of Gods he is the God;

For his &c.
O let us his praises tell,
Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell.

For his &c.
Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake.

For his &c.
Who by his wisdom did create
The painted Heav'ns so full of state.

For his &c.
Who did the folid earth ordain
To rise above the watry plaint

For his &c.
Who by his all-commanding might
Did fill the new-made world with light.

For his &c.
And caus'd the golden-tressed fun,
All the day long his course to run.

For his &c.
The horned moon to Mine by night,
Amongst her spangled fifters bright.

For his &c.
He with his thunder-clasping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.

For his &c.

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And in despite of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Israel.

For his &c.
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main.

For his &c.
The floods stood still like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass.

For his &c.
But full soon they did devour
The tawny king with all his power,

For his &c.
His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful wilderness.

For his &c.
In bloody battel he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown.

For his &c.
He foil'd bold Seon and his host,
That rul'd the Amorrean coast,

For his &c.
And large-limb'd Og he did fubdue,
With all his over-hardy crew.

For his &c.
And to his servant Ifrael

their land therein to dwell.
For his &c.
He hath with a piteous eye
Beheld us in our misery.

For his &c.
And freed us from the slavery
of the invading enemy.

For his &c.
All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand supplies their need.

For his &c,

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