Ver. To thee, Lord, in the shade of night, For when thy judgments juft appear The world's indwellers wife will fear, 10 But to the wicked mercy be, Yet righteoufnefs nor learn will he, Ev'n in the land where truth's declar'd, II Lord, when thy lifted hand's in fight, They fhut their eyes from cleareft light: And blufh, that they, from blind envy, SECT. III. Gop's Favour to bis People. 12 Theu, Lord, wilt peace for us ordain : Thou all our works of grace and gain, 13 Strange lords instead of thee, O Lord, But we'll through grace thy name record 14 Dead and deceas'd, thefe tyrants fhall Thy vifit, killing them, made all Their mem'ry perish quite. Ver. Thy nation once thou did!t increafe; 15 (In this, was shown thy faithfulness) Yet juftly now we captives are 16 In trouble, Lord, thy folk diftrefs'd And when thy chaft'ning hand them prefs'd [The floods, in which vain hopes were drown'd, 17 As women, pregnant and in pain, Cry out in pangs; fuch, Lord, have been 18 We lab'ring did of child-birth find We brought forth, as it were, but wind; For by us no deliv'rance rofe, Within the land at all; Nor was the world of foreign foes Before us made to fall. 19 But, lo! thy dead fhall live and spring, They fhall arife: awake, and fing, Spring-dews the bury'd herbs renew; Thine just refembles thofe ; Earth fhall caft out the dead, and thou Caft down gigantic foes. SECT. IV. An Exhortation to rely on GoD. Take fhelter here from threat'ning harms, Ver. Your clofet-doors, by faith and pray'r, Till wrath be overpast. 21 For, lo! the Lord, the Judge of faints, 3 The earth fhall all her crying bloods, SONG IX. A Song of God's Care over bis Vineyard. SING ye to God, the vineyard fair, Which I the Lord do keep with care, I'll every moment water it, To make it fresh and gay; 4 Nor fury is in me 'gainst it; 5 9 Who then, with lifted horns, Let then the finner's holding be That thus he may make peace with me, And make the peace he fhall. For God will cause the progeny And blooming Ifra'l fhall fupply The barren world with fruit. SONG X. The Song of HEZEKIAH, when his Life was length- Ver. HEAV'N's fentence to cut off my days, 10 Thus made me vent my fears; To death's black gates I'll go, alas! II No more I'll fee the Lord, said I, 12 Soon like a fhepherd's tent aloof Quite like a weaver's thrumb cut off He'll me with pining ficknefs waste, 13 Till morn I thought that lion-like, 14 As cran or fwallow chatt'ring rove, 15 What fhall I fay? for kindly now I'll therefore foftly walk the whole In bitter mournfulness of foul, Ver. Lord, by thefe quick'ning words of thine 16 Men's fouls and bodies live: In thefe doth ftand this life of mine, So didft thou me revive. 17 Peace fled; and lo! great bitterness But thou, my foul, didft love and blefs Yea, thou haft prov'd that I am lov'd 18 Mute graves can ne'er thy praise emit; Death cannot fing thy fame; No pris'ner in the filent pit Can magnify thy name: No bury'd duft can speak thy praise, Thy truth, to ground their hope, and raise Thy honour here below. 19 The living he, the living fhall As I this day; fo do fhall all Who do not live in vain. Fathers fhall to their fons make known Thy faithfulness of grace, 20 To fave my life the Lord was bent: SONG XI. Flesh fading, the Word of the Lord abiding. RY, faid the voice, All flesh is grafs, CRY That fprings, and fades as foon; Like morning flow'rs, in faireft drefs, |