Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say, Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray; Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put, Than when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast encrease their corn and wine abounds, In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell. PSALM V Aug. 12, 1653. JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, My meditation weigh; The voice of my complaining hear, Shalt in the morning hear; I' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes ; Fools or mad men stand not within tlly sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lye; The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. But I will, in thy mercies dear, Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worship low, Lord, lead me in thy righteousness, Lead me, because of those That do observe if I transgress; Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. For, in his faltering mouth unstable, No word is firm or sooth; Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth. 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. Their joy; while thou from blame Defend'st them they shall ever sing To bless the just man still; As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. PSALM VI Aug. 13, 1653. LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord: restore My soul; O save me for thy mercies sake: Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping prayer; My supplication with acceptance fair VOL. IV. Ꮓ |