God, find them guilty, let them fall

By their own counsels quell'd;
Push them in their rebellions all

Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.
Then all who trust in thee shall bring

Their joy; while thou from blame
Defend'st them: they shall ever sing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name,
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found

To bless the just man still:

As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will.

PSALM VI.

(August 13, 1653.)

LORD, in thy anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: For all my bones, that even with anguish ache,

Are troubled; yea, my soul is troubled sore; And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord;

restore

My soul; oh, save me, for thy goodness' sake:
For, in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days;
Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea;
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
I' the midst of all mine enemies that mark.

Depart, all

ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my

prayer;

My supplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd

With much confusion; then, grown red with shame,

They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.

PSALM VII.

(August 14, 1653.)

Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him.

LORD, my God, to thee I fly;
Save me, and secure me under
Thy protection while I cry;
Lest, as a lion (and no wonder,)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing, and no rescue nigh.

Lord, my God, if I have thought
Or done this; if wickedness

Be in my hands; if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace;
Or to him have rendered less,
And not freed my foe for naught;

Let the enemy pursue my soul,
And overtake it; let him tread

My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,

In the dust; and, there outspread,
Lodge it with dishonour foul.

Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And, 'wake for me, their fury assuage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command, which I desire.

So the assemblies of each nation
Will surround thee, seeking right;
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their sight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright

All people from the world's foundation.

Judge me, Lord; be Judge in this
According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is

Upon me: cause at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness,
And their power that do amiss.

But the just establish fast,

Since thou art the just God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is cast

My defence, and in him lies;
In him who, both just and wise,
Saves the upright of heart at last.

God is a just Judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
If the unjust will not forbear,

His sword he whets, his bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended

The tools of death, that waits him near.

(His arrows purposely made he
For them that persecute.) Behold
He travails big with vanity;
Trouble he hath conceived of old
As in a womb; and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a lie.

He digg'd a pit, and delved deep,
And fell into the pit he made:

His mischief, that due course doth keep
Turns on his head: and his ill trade
Of violenee will, undelay'd,

Fall on his crown with ruin steep.

Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise,
And sing the name and deity
Of Jehovah the Most High.

PSALM VIII.

(August 14, 1653.)

O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

So as above the heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy finger's art,

The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament; then, saith my heart, Oh, what is man, that thou rememberest yet, And think'st upon him; or of man begot,

That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than gods, thou madest his lot; With honour, and with state, thou hast him

crown'd.

O'er the works of thy hand thou madest him lord, Thou hast put all under his lordly feet;

All flocks and herds, by thy commanding word, Al! beasts that in the field or forest meet,

Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

(April, 1648.)

Nine of the Psalms done into metre; wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original.

PSALM LXXX.

1 THOU Shepherd, that dost Israel keep,

Give ear in time of need;

Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Joseph's seed: