A PARAPHRASE On the Third PSALM, ENTITLED, A Psalm of DAVID, when he fled from ABSALON his Son.  

ETernal Monarch, you who are  
The Shield of injured Kings, and bear  
For all Crowned Heads more than a Common Care,   

Behold how they increase who join  
To ruin me, how they combine  
'Gainst Law Paternal, Regal, and Divine.   

So low, so lost, to them I seem,  
That now they impiously blaspheme,  
And dare to say, his God can't rescue him.   

False, and Profane! he can redress;  
He can, He will, 'tis questionless:  
He sees, and will revenge their Wickedness.   

On you, my God, I ne'er did call  
In vain, what e'er did yet befall;  
And I am well assured I never shall.   

Safe in this Confidence, my Breast  
Shall with no Terror be oppressed,  
Asleep, or wake, th' Almighty guards my rest.   

A Hundred Thousand Rebel Foes  
My mind shall never discompose,  
For my One God is Millions more than those.   

Arise O Lord, and let them see  
That you have been, and still will be  
My inexpugnable Security.   
FINIS.