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Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti.
WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He, who in heaven doth dwell,
Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then
Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
I will declare: The Lord to me hath said,
The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd,
Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full
With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse
If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.
LORD, how many are my foes!
That in arms against me rise!
That of my life distrustfully thus say;
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
The exalter of my head I count;
Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied,
Was the Lord. Of many millions
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
Hast smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.
Aug. 10, 1653,
ANSWER me when I call,
And set at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Great ones, how long will
To love, to seek, to prize,
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart;
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice, what time to him I
Be aw'd and do not sin;
And be at peace within.
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 countenance 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 encrease their corn and wine abounds.
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.