Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

To Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arife,

And praise thee from their loathsome bed
With pale and bollow eyes?

II Shall they thy loving-kindnefs tell,
On whom the Grave bath bold;
Or they, who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty band
Or wondrous acts be known,

Thy juftice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion ?

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent ;

And up to thee my prayer doth bie
Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my Soul forfake,
And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd, and † fhake
With terror fent from thee? † Heb. Pra concuffione,
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low,

As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo,

Aftonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,
Thy threatnings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue,

18 Lover

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd

And fever'd from me far;
They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114.

This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at the Age of fifteen.

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WHen the bleft Seed of Terab's faithful Son,

After long toil, their liberty had won,
And paft from Pharian Fields to Canaan Land,
Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown,
His praise and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear ftreams recoil,
As a faint Hoft that hath receiv'd the foil:
The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams
Amongst their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs.
Why fled the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains?
Why turned Jordan toward his Crystal Fountains?
Shake, earth, and at the prefence be agast
Of him that ever was, and ay shall laft;

That glaffy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-ftones gush.

PSALM

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PSALM 136.

ET us with a gladsom mind

Praise the Lord for he is kind:

For his mercies ay endure,
Ever faithful, ever fure.

Let us blaze his Name abroad,
For of gods he is the God:
For his, &c.

O let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful Tyrants quell:
For his, &c.

Who with his miracles doth make

Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake:
For his, &c.

Who by his wifdom did create

The painted Heav'ns fo full of state:
For his, &c.

Who did the folid Earth ordain

To rife above the watry plain:

For his, &c.

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Who

Who by his all-commanding might,

Did fill the new-made world with light: For his, &c.

And caus'd the golden-treffed Sun,
All the day long his course to rune
For his, &c.

The horned Moon to fhine by night,
Amongft her fpangled fifters bright:
For his, &c.

He with his thunder-clafping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt's Land:
For his, &c.

And in defpight of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Ifrael:

For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erytbræan main:

For his, &c.

The floods ftood ftill like walls of Glass, While the Hebrew Bands did pass:

For his, &c.

But full foon they did devour

The Tawny King with all his pow'r:

For his, &c.

His chofen people he did bless
In the wafteful Wilderness :
For his, &c.

In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown :
For his, &c.

He foil'd bold Sibon and his host,
That rul'd the Amorrean coast:
For his, &c.

And large-limb'd Og he did fubdue,
With all his over-hardy crew:
For his, &c.

And to his fervant Ifrael

He gave their Land therein to dwell:
For his, &c.

He hath with a piteous eye

Beheld us in our mifery:

For his, &c.

And freed us from the slavery

Of the invading enemy:

For his, &c.

All living creatures he doth feed,

And with full hand fupplies their need:

For his, &e.

Let