(August 9, 1653)

When he fled from Absalom

LORD, how many are my foes!
How many those

That in arms against me rise !
Many are they

That of my life distrustfully thus say, "No help for him in God there lies." But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory; Thee, through my story,

The exalter of my head I count:
Aloud I cried

Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied,
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept; I waked again:
For my sustain

Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout

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PSALM V

(August 12, 1653)

JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;

The voice of my complaining hear,
My King and God, for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah, thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear;

I' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till tho appear.

For thou art not a God that takes
In wickedness delight;

Evil with thee no biding makes;

Fools or mad men stand not within th sight.

All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie;

The bloody and guileful man doth God de test.

But I will in thy mercies dear,

Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worshi

low.

Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me, because of those
That do observe if I transgress;

Set thy ways right before where my ste goes.

For in his faltering mouth unstable
No word is firm or sooth;

Their inside, troubles miserable;

An open grave their throat, their tongu they smooth.

God, find them guilty; let them fall By their own counsels quelled; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have r belled.

Then all who trust in thee shall bring Their joy, while thou from blam Defend'st them: they shall ever sing And shall triumph in thee, who love th