And be at peace within: Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say, Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray; On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put, Than when a year of glut 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, My meditation weigh; The voice of my complaining hear, My King and God; for unto thee I pray. Shalt in the morning hear; 1' th' morning I to thee with choice, Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unbless'd Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; Thy numerous mercies, go Lead me, because of those Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. No word is firm or sooth: Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat, their tongue they smoothe. God! find them guilty, let them fall By their own counsels quell'd; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. To bless the just man still; As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. PSALM VI. [August 13, 1653] LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: restore My soul; O save me for thy goodness' sake! For in death no remembrance is of thee; sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark I' th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping 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. Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. 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 th' enemy pursue my soul In the dust; and, there outspread, Rise, Jehovah in thine ire, So th' assemblies of each nation All people, from the world's foundation. Judge me, Lord; be judge in this Upon me cause at length to cease 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 wait him near. His arrows purposely made he Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old, 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 PSALM VIII. [August, 14, 1653.] O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, thou When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, And think'st upon him; or of man begot, |