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Ord God, thou dost me fave and keep,

All day to thee I cry ;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.
2 Into thy presence let my pray’r

With fighs devout afcend;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.
3 For cloy'd with woes, and trouble fore,

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,
And like the sain in bloody fight,

That in the Grave lie deep:
Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er

Death's hideous house hath barr’d. 6 Thou in the lowest Pit profound

Haft set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.
7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves,

Full fore doth press on me:

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* 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.
10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,

Shall the deceas'd arise,
And praise thee from their loathsome bed,

Wilb pale and hollow eyes?
11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell,

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?
13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,

Ere yet my life be spent ;
And up to thee my prayer doth bie

Each morn, and thee prevent.
14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my Soul forsake,

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,
While I thy terrors undergo,

Astonish'd with thine ire.
16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth filcw,

Thy threatnings cut me through:

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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,

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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,


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Who by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light

For his, &C.

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And caus’d the golden-tressed Sun,
All the day long his course to run :

For his, &c.


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