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Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth unstand
With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords : He, who' in heaven doth
dwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then
severe, Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare: The Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee
As thy possession I on thee bestow
Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd'so.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son lest he
appear In anger, and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay.
Aug. 9, 1653.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.
LORD, how many are my foes !
How many those,
Many are they,
Thee, through my story,
Aloud I cried
For my sustain
The populous rout
Hast smote ere now
Of men abhorr'd
Aug. 10, 1653,
ANSWER me when I call,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Will hear my voice, what time to hiin I cry.
And be at
within. Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my
heart more joy
With vast encrease their corn and wine abounds.
Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell.