X. They speak me infolent and rude, XI. Such idle rhymes, like Sybil's leaves, PSALM PSALM XXXIX. IMITATED IN BLANK VERSE. I MDCCLXXVI. Will take heed, I faid, I will take heed, Nor trespass with my tongue; will keep my mouth As with a bridle, while the finner's near. Lord, let me know the measure of my days, Man walketh in an empty fhade; in vain And now Where refts my Hope, O Lord? It refts in THEE. Forgive me mine offences! Make me not A fcorn unto the foolish! I was dumb, And open'd not my mouth, for 'twas Thy doing. VOL. III. Q Oh Oh take thy ftroke away! Thy hand destroys me. Hear, hear my pray'r, O Lord! oh, hear my Cry! But as a ftranger, and a fojourner, As all my fathers were. Oh, fpare me then, PROLOGUE |