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All workers of iniquity
Thou hat'st; and them unbleft
Thy numerous mercies, go
Lead me because of those
By their own counfels quell'd;
Their joy, while thou from blame
To bless the just man still,
PSAL. VI. Aug. 13, 1653. LORD; in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, And very
weak and faint; heal and amend me: For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake,
5 Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled fore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn, Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness’ fake : For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?"
Wearied I am with sighing out my days,
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
With much confusion; then grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment Mall be quite abalh’d.
PS AL. VII.
PSA L. VII. Aug. 14, 1653. Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him.
ORD, my God, to thee I fly,
Rife, Jehovah, in thine ire,
So th' assemblies of each nation
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
But the just establish fast,
God is a just judge and severe,
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
Then will I Jehovah's praise
PSA L. VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth! So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to fet
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou 5
Hast founded strength because of all thy foes, To stint th' enemy, and nack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.