I L PSALM LXXXVIII. Ord God, thou doft me fave and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, 3 For cloy'd with woes, and trouble fore, My life at death's unchearful door 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass I am a * man, but weak, alas! And for that name unfit. *Heb. A man without manly firength. 5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite, Among the dead to fleep, And like the flain in bloody fight, That in the Grave lie deep: Whom thou remembereft no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er 7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves, * Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves, *And all thy waves break me. *The Hebrew bears both. 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious; Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, And praise thee from their loathfome bed, 11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Thy juftice 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 hie Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my Soul forfake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and † shake With terror fent from thee? Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low, As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo, Aftonifh'd with thine ire. + Heb. Pra concuffione. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threatnings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far; They fly me now whom I have lov'd, And as in darkness are. A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at the Age of Fifteen. W Hen the bleft Seed of Terah's faithful Son, PSALM PSALM CXXXVI. ET us with a gladfom mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind: For his mercies ay endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Let us blaze his Name abroad, O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell: For his, &c. Who with his miracles doth make Who by his wisdom did create Who did the folid Earth ordain Who by his all-commanding might, And caus'd the golden-treffed Sun, The |