A
PARAPHRASE
On the Third PSALM,
ENTITULED,
A Psalm of DAVID, when he fled
from ABSALOM his Son.
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ETernal Monarch, you who are
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The Shield of injured Kings, and bear
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For all Crown'd Heads more than a Common Care,
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Behold how they increase who joyn
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To ruine me, how they combine
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'Gainst Law Paternal, Regal, and Divine.
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So low, so lost, to them I seem,
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That now they impiously blaspheme,
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And dare to say, his God can't rescue him.
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False, and Prophane! he can redress;
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He can, He will, 'tis questionless:
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He sees, and will revenge their Wickedness.
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On you, my God, I ne're did call
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In vain, whate're did yet befall;
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And I am well assured I never shall.
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Safe in this Confidence, my Breast
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Shall with no Terrour be opprest,
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Asleep, or wake, th' Almighty guards my rest.
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A Hundred Thousand Rebel Foes
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My mind shall never discompose,
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For my One God is Millions more than those.
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Arise O Lord, and let them see
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That you have been, and still will be
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My inexpugnable Security.
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