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Ord God, thou dost me fave and keep,
All day to thee I cry ;
Before thee prostrate lie.
With fighs devout afcend;
Thine ear with favour bend.
Surcharg'd, my Soul doth lie; My life at death's unchearful door
Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal pit ; I am a
man, but weak, alas! And for that name unfit.
* Heb. A man without manly strength. 5 From life discharg’d and parted quite,
Among the dead to sleep,
That in the Grave lie deep:
Dost never more regard
Death's hideous house hath barr’d. 6 Thou in the lowest Pit profound
Haft set me all forlorn,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
Full fore doth press on me:
* Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, * And all thy waves break me.
* The Hebrew bears both. 8 Thou doft
friends from me estrange, And mak'ít me odious; Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great,
Mine Eye grows dim and dead; Lord, all the day I thee intreat,
My hands to thee I spread.
Shall the deceas'd arise,
Wilb pale and hollow eyes?
On whom the Grave hath hold; Or they, who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold ? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known, Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?
Ere yet my life be spent ;
Each morn, and thee prevent.
And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and + fhake
With terror sent from thee? + Heb. Præ concufione. Bruis'a, and afflicted, and so low,
As ready to expire,
Astonish'd with thine ire.
Thy threatnings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue. ' 18 Lover and friend thou hast remov’d,
And sever'd from me far ; They fly me now whom I have loy'd, And as in darkness are,
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114.
This and the following Psalm were done by the
Author at the Age of Fifteen.
'Hen the blest Seed of Terah's faithful Son,
After long toil, their liberty had won, And past from Pharian Fields to Canaan Land, Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand. Fehovah's wonders were in Israel shown, His praise and glory was in Ifrael known. That faw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled, And fought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil, As a faint Hoft that hath receiv'd the foil : The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams Amongit their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs. Why Hed the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains ? Why turned Jordan toward his Chrystal Fountains ? Shake, earth, and at the presence be agaft Of Him that ever was, and ay shall lait ; That glafly flouds from rugged rocks can crush, And make soft rills from fiery flint-ftones gush,