11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right,

I in thy truth will bide ;
To fear thy name my heart unite,

So shall it never slide.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Thee honour and adore
With

my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is toward me,

And thou hast freed my soul,
Ev'n from the lowest hell set free,

From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God, the proud against me rise,

And violent men are met
To seek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have set.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,

Readiest thy grace to show,
Slow to be angry, and art styled

Most merciful, most true.

16 Oh turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on :
Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy handmaid's son.

17 Some sign of good to me afford, And let

my

foes then see, And be ashamed; because thou, Lord,

Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII.

1 Among the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast;
There seated is his sanctuary,

His temple there is placed.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

Than all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's land, though there be store,

And all within his care.

3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke ; mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke.

4 I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn ;
And Tyre, with Ethiop's utmost ends,

Lo! this man there was born :

5 But twice that praise shall in our ear

Be said of Sion last;
This and this man was born in her :

High God shall fix her fast.

6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll,

That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth enrol,

That this man there was born.

7 Both they who sing, and they who dance,

With sacred songs are there ; In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance,

And all my fountains clear.

PSALM LXXXVIII.

1 LORD God, that dost me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.

2 Into thy presence let my prayer,

With sighs devout, ascend ;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble sore,

Surcharged my soul doth lie;
My life, at death's uncheerful door,

Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit ;
I am a man ; but weak, alas !

And for that name unfit.

5 From life discharged and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep;
And like the slain in bloody fight,

That in the grave lie deep :

Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard ;
Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er,

Death's hideous house hath barr’d.

6 Thou in the lowest pit profound

Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,

Full sore doth press on me;
Thou break’st upon me all thy waves,

And all thy waves break me.

8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And makest me odious ;
Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up thus.

9 Through sorrow and affliction great,

Mine eye grows dim and dead ;
Lord, all the day I thee entreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead ?

Shall the deceased arise,
And praise thee from their loathsome bed,

With pale and hollow eyes ?

11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell, On whom the

grave

hath hold? Or they, who in perdition dwell,

Thy faithfulness unfold ?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand

Or wondrous acts be known ?
Thy justice 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 hie Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake,

And hide thy face from me,
15 That am already bruised, and shake

With terror sent from thee?

Bruised and afflicted, and so low

As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo,

Astonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow ;

Thy threatenings cut me through : 17 All day they round about me go,

Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou hast removed,

And sever'd from me far:
They fly me now whom I have loved,

And as in darkness are.

A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.

This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at

fifteen years old. When the bless'd seed of Terah's faithful son, After long toil, their liberty had won, And pass'd from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown, His praise and glory was in Israel known. That saw the troubled sea, and, shivering, fled, And sought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil, As a faint host that hath received the foil. The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams Amongst their ewes; the little hills, like lambs.