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Ver. To thee, Lord, in the shade of night,
For when thy judgments juft appear
The world's indwellers wife will fear,
10 But to the wicked mercy be,
Yet righteoufnefs nor learn will he,
Ev'n in the land where truth's declar'd,
II Lord, when thy lifted hand's in fight,
They fhut their eyes from cleareft light:
And blufh, that they, from blind envy,
SECT. III. Gop's Favour to bis People.
12 Theu, Lord, wilt peace for us ordain :
Thou all our works of grace and gain,
13 Strange lords instead of thee, O Lord,
But we'll through grace thy name record
14 Dead and deceas'd, thefe tyrants fhall
Thy vifit, killing them, made all
Their mem'ry perish quite.
Ver. Thy nation once thou did!t increafe;
(In this, was shown thy faithfulness)
Yet juftly now we captives are
16 In trouble, Lord, thy folk diftrefs'd
And when thy chaft'ning hand them prefs'd
[The floods, in which vain hopes were drown'd,
17 As women, pregnant and in pain,
Cry out in pangs; fuch, Lord, have been
18 We lab'ring did of child-birth find
We brought forth, as it were, but wind;
For by us no deliv'rance rofe,
Within the land at all;
Nor was the world of foreign foes
Before us made to fall.
19 But, lo! thy dead fhall live and spring,
They fhall arife: awake, and fing,
Spring-dews the bury'd herbs renew;
Thine just refembles thofe ;
Earth fhall caft out the dead, and thou
Caft down gigantic foes.
SECT. IV. An Exhortation to rely on GoD.
Take fhelter here from threat'ning harms,
Ver. Your clofet-doors, by faith and pray'r,
Till wrath be overpast.
21 For, lo! the Lord, the Judge of faints,
The earth fhall all her crying bloods,
A Song of God's Care over bis Vineyard.
SING ye to God, the vineyard fair,
Which I the Lord do keep with care,
I'll every moment water it,
To make it fresh and gay;
4 Nor fury is in me 'gainst it;
Who then, with lifted horns,
Let then the finner's holding be
That thus he may make peace with me,
And make the peace he fhall.
For God will cause the progeny
And blooming Ifra'l fhall fupply
The barren world with fruit.
The Song of HEZEKIAH, when his Life was length-
Ver. HEAV'N's fentence to cut off my days,
Thus made me vent my fears;
To death's black gates I'll go, alas!
II No more I'll fee the Lord, said I,
12 Soon like a fhepherd's tent aloof
Quite like a weaver's thrumb cut off
He'll me with pining ficknefs waste,
13 Till morn I thought that lion-like,
14 As cran or fwallow chatt'ring rove,
15 What fhall I fay? for kindly now
I'll therefore foftly walk the whole
In bitter mournfulness of foul,
Ver. Lord, by thefe quick'ning words of thine 16 Men's fouls and bodies live:
In thefe doth ftand this life of mine,
So didft thou me revive.
17 Peace fled; and lo! great bitterness
But thou, my foul, didft love and blefs
Yea, thou haft prov'd that I am lov'd
18 Mute graves can ne'er thy praise emit; Death cannot fing thy fame;
No pris'ner in the filent pit
Can magnify thy name:
No bury'd duft can speak thy praise,
Thy truth, to ground their hope, and raise
Thy honour here below.
19 The living he, the living fhall
As I this day; fo do fhall all
Who do not live in vain.
Fathers fhall to their fons make known
Thy faithfulness of grace,
20 To fave my life the Lord was bent:
Flesh fading, the Word of the Lord abiding.
RY, faid the voice, All flesh is grafs,
That fprings, and fades as foon;
Like morning flow'rs, in faireft drefs,