Lift up the favour, of thy count'nance bright. And gladness thou hast put Their stores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase 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 August 12, 1653 JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, The voice of my complaining hear, I' the morning I to thee with choice Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worship low. 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. By their own counsels quelled; Push them in their rebellions all To bless the just man still: As with a shield thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. 30 40 PSALM VI August 13, 1653 LORD, in thy anger do not reprehend me, Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping ΙΟ The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my prayer; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dashed PSALM VII August 14, 1653 Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Lord, my God, if I have thought Be in my hands; if I have wrought Let the enemy pursue my soul, Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire; So the assemblies of each nation ΤΟ 20 All people from the world's foundation. 30 Return on high, and in their sight. Judge me, Lord; be judge in this But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries God is a just judge and severe, His sword he whets; his bow hath bended The tools of death that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he He digg'd a pit, and delved it deep, His mischief, that due course doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise 40 59 бо PSALM VIII August 14, 1653 O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then saith my heart, Oh, what is man that thou rememberest yet And think'st upon him, or of man begot That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than gods thou mad'st his lot; With honour and with state thou hast him crowned. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord; O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth! ΤΟ 20 SCRAPS FROM THE PROSE WRITINGS FROM OF REFORMATION TOUCHING CHURCH DISCIPLINE IN ENGLAND," 1641 [DANTE, Inferno, xix. 115] Aн, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, |