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20. The Lord's anointed, breath of our nostrils, he T

Of whom we said, under his shadow we
Shalf with more ease under the Heathen dwell,
Into the pit, which these men digged, fell.

21. Rejoice, O Edom's daughter! joyful be, be qu
Thou that inhabit'st Uz; for unto thee
This cup shall pass, and thou with drunkenness 119
Shall fill thyself, and shew thy nakedness.

22. And then thy sins, O Sion! shall be spent; 107 The Lord will not leave thee in banishment: Tor Thy sins, O Edom's daughter! he will see, es Post And for them pay thee with captivity.

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CHAP. V.

REMEMBER, O Lord! what is fall'n on us; See and mark how we are reproached thus.

2. For unto strangers our possession

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Is turn'd, our houses unto aliens gone.

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3. Our mothers are become as widows, we
As orphans all, and without fathers be.
4. Waters, which are our own, we dri
And upon our own wood a price they lay.

we drink and pay.

5. Our persecutors on our necks do sit;

They make us travail,
Hand

not intermit. 10 erT
6. We stretch our hands unto th' Egyptians
To get us bread, and to th' Assyrians.

7. Our fathers did these sins, and are no more; But we do bear the sins they did before.

is thus,

8. They are but servants which do rule us
Yet from their hands none would deliver us, qu

9. With danger of our life our bread we gat,
For in the wilderness the sword did wait.
10. The tempests of this famine we liv'd in
Black as an oven colour'd had our skin.

11. In Juda's cities they the maids abus'd By force, and so women in Sion us'd..

12. The princes with their hands they hung; no grace Nor honour gave they to the elder's face.

13. Unto the mill our young men carried
ed are,
And children fell under the wood they bare:
14. Elders the gates, youth did their songs, forbe
Gone was our joy; cur dancings mournings were.

forbear;

15. Now is he crown fall'n from our head, and woe Be unto us, because we'ave sinned so:

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16. For this our hearts do languish, and for
for this
Over our eyes a cloudy dimness is;

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17. Because Mount Sion desolate doth lie, stani yopi And foxes there do go at liberty,c'do H1N1 Soft 157? 18. But thou, O Lord! art ever; and thy thronets! My From generation to generation. 190

19. Why shouldst thou forget us eternally, Or leave us thus long in this misery??

20. Restore us, Lord! to thee; that so we may s Return, and, as of old, renew our day."

21. For oughtest thou, O Lord! despise us thus,adw 22. And to be utterly enrag'd at us?

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HYMN TO GOD, MY GOD, Mood

IN MY SICKNESS.

SINCE I am coming to that holy room

Where with the choir of saints for evermore

I shall be made thy music, as I come

I tune the instrument here at the door,

'I'múst

And what I must do then think here before.

Whilst my physicians, by their love, are grown
Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie
Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown
That this is my south-west discovery

Per fretum febris, by these straights to die.

I joy that in these straights I see my west; nofi
For tho' those currants yield return to none, ssxo
What shall my west hurt me? as west and east
In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, norna m
So death doth touch the resurrection.

Is the Pacific Sea my home? or are
The eastern riches? Is Jerusalem,

Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltar?rs

All straights, and none but straights are ways to them, Whether where Japheth dwelt, or Cham, orSem.

We think that Paradise and Calvary,

Christ's cross and Adam's tree, stood in one place;
Look, Lord and find both Adams met in me:
As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face,
May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace.

So in his purple wrapp'd receive me, Lord!
By these his thorns give me his other crown;
And as to others' souls I preach'd thy word,
Be this my text, my sermon to mine own;
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A HYMN TO GOD THE ART

1.

WILT thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, tho' it were done before ?
Wilt thou forgive that sin thro' which Irun,
And do run still, tho' still I do deplore?
When thou hast done thou hast not done,
For I have more.

II.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sins their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow'd in a score?
When thou hast done thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I'ave spun
My last thread I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now and heretofore;
And having done that thou hast done,

I fear no more.