When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art,

The moon and stars which thou so bright haft set 10 In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,

O what is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'st upon him; or of man begot,

That him thou visit’ft, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'it his lot,

15 With honor and with state thou hast him crown'd.

D'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,

Thou hast put all under his lordly feet,
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,

All beasts that in the field or forest meet,

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Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet

Sea paths in soals do Nide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

April, 1648. J. M. Nine of the PSALMS done into Meter, Wherein all, but what is in a different character, are'

the very words of the text, translated from the original.

PSAL. LXXX,
HOU Shepherd that dost Ifrael keep,

Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Jofeph's seed ;
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That fitst between the Cherubs bright,

Between their wings out-spread,
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,

And on our foes thy dread.
2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manaffe's fight,
Awake * thy strength, come, and be seen

To fave us by thy might.
3 Turn us again, thy grace divine

To us, o God, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.
4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare
Thy + smoking wrath, and angry brow

Against thy people's prayer!
s Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears,

Their bread with tears they cat,
And mak'st them I largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.
6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe,
Among themselves they laugh, they play,

And flouts at us they throw.
7 Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hosts, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

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8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,

Thy free love made it thine,
And drov'st out nations, proud and baut,

To plant this lovely vine. 9 Thou didit

prepare

for it a place, And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the land at lajt. 10 With her green shade that cover'd all,

The hills were over-Spread, Her boughs as high as cedars tall

Advanc'd their lofty head.
11 Her branches on the western fide

Down to the sea she sent,
And upward to that river wide

Her other branches went.
12 Why halt thou laid her hedges low,

And broken down her fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudest violence?
13 The tufked boar out of the wood

Up turns it by the roots,
Wild beasts there brouze, and make their food

Her grapes and tender foots.
14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down

From Heav'n, thy seat divine, Behold us, but without a frown,

And visit this thy vine.

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Visit this vine, which thy right hand
Hath set, and planted long,
And the young branch, that for thyfelf

Thou hast made firm and strong. 16 But now it is consum'd with fire,

And cut with axes down, They perish at thy dreadful ire,

At thy rebuke and frown. 17 Upon the man of thy right hand

Let thy good hand be laid, Upon the son of man, whom thou

Strong for thyself hast made. i8 So shall we not go back from thee

To ways of fin and mame, Quicken us thou, then gladly we

Shall call upon thy Name. 19 Return us, and thy grace divine,

Lord God of Hofts, vouchfafe, Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

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PSAL. LXXXI.
O God our strength fing loud, and clear,

Sing loud to God our King,
To Jacob's God, that all may bear,

Loud acclamations ring.
2. Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,

The timbrel hither bring,
The chearful psaltry bring along,

And harp with pleasant Aring:

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3 Blow,

3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon

With trumpets’ lofty sound,
Th’ appointed time, the day whereon

Our folemn feast comes round.
4 This was a ftatute giv’n of old

For Israel to observe,
A law of Jacob's God, to hold,

From whence they might not fwerve.
This he a testimony ordain'd

In Jofeph, not to change,
When as he pass’d through Egypt land;

The tongue I heard was strange.
6 From burden, and from Navish toil,
CI set his shoulder free:
His hands from pots, and miry foil,

Deliver'd were by me.
7 When trouble did thee fore affail,

On me then didst thou call,
And I to free thee did not fail,

And led thee out of thrall.
I answer'd thee in * thunder deep

With clouds incompass’d round;
I try'd thee at the water feep

Of Meriba renown'd.
8 Hear, O my People, hearken well,

I testify to thee,
Thou ancient stock of Israel,

If thou wilt lift to me,