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, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, 14 O God the proud against me rise, 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 shew, Slow to be angry, and art stil'd Most merciful, most true. 16 O turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, And be asham'd, because thou Lord 1 Psalm LXXXVII. AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast, There seated is his sanctuary, His temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear This and this man was born in her, 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll That this man there was bora. Both they who sing, and they who dance, In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, MILTON. VOL. IV. Psalm LXXXVIII. 1 LORD ORD God thou dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry ; And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore 4 Reckon'd I am with them that Down to the dismal pit, I am a man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. pass *Heb. A man without manly strength 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the slain in bloody fight Whom thou rememberest no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, *Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, * And all thy waves break me. *The Heb.bears both. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, And praise thee from their loathsome bed 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Thy justice in the gloomy land 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my pray'r 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 bruis'd and † shake With terror sent from thee? + Heb. Pra concussione. Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low While I thy terrors undergo Astonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, 18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd, A Paraphrase on Psalm cxiv. This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. W HEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian field to Canaan land, |