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August 13, 1653.
LORD, in thy anger do not reprehend me,
Are troubled; yea, my soul is troubled sore;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
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 dashed
With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abashed.
August 14, 1653.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.
LORD, my God, to thee I fly;
Thy protection while I cry;
Lord, my God, if I have thought
Be in my hands; if I have wrought
Let the enemy pursue my soul,
In the dust, and there outspread
Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire;
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury assuage;
And command, which I desire.
So the 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
Of evil men the wickedness,
And their power that do amiss.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
His sword he whets; his bow hath bended
The tools of death that waits him near.
(His arrows purposely made he
For them that persecute.) Behold,
He travails big with vanity;
Trouble he hath conceived of old
As in a womb, and from that mould
He digg'd a pit, and delved it deep,
And fell into the pit he made:
His mischief, that due course doth keep,
Of violence will undelayed
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise
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;
All beasts that in the field or forest meet,
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
SCRAPS FROM THE PROSE WRITINGS.
FROM "OF REFORMATION TOUCHING CHURCH DISCIPLINE IN ENGLAND," 1641.
[DANTE, Inferno, xix. 115.]
AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
[PETRARCH, Sonnet 107.]
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn,
[ARIOSTO, Orl. Fur. xxxiv. Stanz. 80.]
THEN passed he to a flowery mountain green,
FROM THE APOLOGY FOR SMECTYMNUUS, 1642.
LAUGHING to teach the truth
What hinders? as some teachers give to boys
Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.