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Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can1o.
'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words'.
There can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable, Than an unjust and wicked king14.
Done into verse, 1653.
BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight, And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree which planted grows By watery-streams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall, And what he takes in hand shall prosper all. Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then, Nor sinners in the assembly of just men. For the Lord knows the upright way of the just, And the way of bad men to ruin must.
As thy possession I on thee bestow [sway'd, The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
Sat. i. x. 14.
10 Apol. Smectymn. vol. i. p. 116. "Electra, v. 627.
12 From Apol. Smectymn. Ibid.
13 Hercul. Fur.'
Be aw'd, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within.
14 From Tenure of Kings, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Many there be that say,
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright.
PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653.
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth over-cloy,
With vast encrease their corn and wine
In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep;
For thou alone dost keep
I' the midst of all my enemies that mark.
Me safe where'er I lie;
Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell. The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;
The voice of my complaining hear,
Shalt in the morning hear:
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore,
Their joy; while thou from blame
As with a shield, thou wilt surround
My soul; O save me for thy goodness sake:
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
I' the morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. LORD, my God, to thee I fly;
In wickedness delight;
Evil with thee no biding makes;
Save me and secure me under
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.
Thou hat'st; and them unblest
PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653.
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me
They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.
Lord, my God, if I have thought
Be in my hands; if I have wrought
Let the enemy pursue my soul,
In the dust; and, there out-spread,
So the assemblies of each nation
Judge me, Lord; be judge in this
4. Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,
Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow
5. Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears; Their bread with tears they eat;
And mak'st them largely drink the tears
6. A strife thou mak'st us and a prey
8. A vine from Egypt thou hast brought, Thy free love made it thine, And drov'st out nations, proud and haut, To plant this lovely vine. 9. Thou didst prepare for it a place, And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace,
And fill'd the land at last.
10. With her green shade that cover'd all, The hills were over-spread;
Her boughs as high as cedars tall
Advanc'd their lofty head.
11. Her branches on the western side Down to the sea she sent,
And upward to that river wide
Her other branches went.
12. Why hast thou laid her hedges low,
With rudest violence?
13. The tusked boar out of the wood
Wild beasts there brouze, and make their food
15. Visit this vine, which thy right hand
16. But now it is consum'd with fire,
17. Upon the man of thy right hand Let thy good hand be laid;
Upon the son of man, whom thou
Shall call upon thy name.
1. To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King;
To Jacob's God, that all may hear,
Loud acclamations ring.
2. Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,
The cheerful psaltery bring along,
A law of Jacob's God, to hold,
From whence they might not swerve. 5. This he a testimony ordain'd
In Joseph, not to change,
When as he pass'd through Egypt land; 'The tongue I heard was strange. 6. From burden, and from slavish toil, 1 set his shoulder free:
12. Then did I leave them to their will,
13. O, that my people would be wise,
14. Then would I soon bring down their foes, That now so proudly rise;
And turn my hand against all those,
15. Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend;
But they, his people, should remain,
16. And he would feed them from the shock
1. GOD in the great assembly stands
2. How long will ye pervert the right With judgment false and wrong, Favouring the wicked by your might,
Who thence grow bold and strong? 3. Regard the weak and fatherless,
Despatch the poor man's cause: And raise the man in deep distress By just and equal laws.
4. Defend the poor and desolate, And rescue from the hands
Of wicked men the low estate
5. For they consult with all their might,
6. The tents of Edom, and the brood, Of scornful Ishmael,
Moab, with them of Hagar's blood
7. Gebal and Ammon there conspire, And hateful Amalec,
The Philistines, and they of Tyre,
All these have lent their armed hands
To aid the sons of Lot.
9. Do to them as to Midian bold,
Thou didst to Jabin's host,
So let their princes bleed.
12. For they amidst their pride have said, By right now shall we seize
God's houses, and will now invade
Their stately palaces.
13. My God, oh make them as a wheel, No quiet let them find;
Giddy and restless let them reel
Like stubble from the wind. 14. As when an aged wood takes fire Which on a sudden strays,
The greedy flame runs higher and higher Till all the mountains blaze;
15. So with thy whirlwind them pursue, And with thy tempest chase;
16. And, till they yield thee honour due, Lord, fill with shame their face. 17. Asham'd, and troubled, let them be, Troubled, and sham'd for ever; Ever confounded, and so die
With shame, and'scape it never.
18. Then shall they know, that thou, whose name
Jehovah is alone,
Art the Most High, and thou the same O'er all the Earth art One.
1. How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are,
Where thou dost dwell so near!
2. My soul doth long and almost die
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,
3. There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, Hath found a house of rest;
The swallow there, to lay her young
Hath built her brooding nest;