I PSAL. LXXXV. THY Land to favour gracioully Thou haft not Lord been flack, Thou haft from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back. 2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd, ↑ Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our faving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend From Age to Age on us? 6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive, *Heb. turn to quicken 8!. That fo thy People may rejoyce By thee preferv'd alive. 7 Caufe us to fee thy goodnefs, Lord, To us thy mercy fhew, Thy faving health to us afford, And life in us renew. 8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go ftrait and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, And to his Saints full dear, To his dear Saints he will speak peace, Return to folly, but furceafe 9 Surely to fuch as do him fear And glory fhall ere long appear 10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, II Truth from the Earth, like to a Flow'r, And Justice from her Heav'nly bow'r Look down on mortal men. 12 The Lord will alfo then bestow Whatever thing is good, Our Land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteoufnefs fhall go His Royal Harbinger, Then will he come, and not be flow, His footsteps cannot err. *Heb. He will fet his steps to the way. TH PSAL. LXXXVI. HY gracious car, O Lord, encline, For I am poor, and almost pine With need, and fad decay. 2 Preferve my Soul, for I have trod Who fill in thee doth truft. 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee I call; 4. O make rejoyce: Thy Servant's Soul; for Lord to thee I lift my Soul and voice, † Heb. I am good, loving doer of a good and holy things. 5 For thou art good, thou Lord art prone To pardon, thou to all Art full of mercy, thou alone To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my fupplication, Lord, Give ear, and to the cry Of my inceffant prayers afford Thy hearing graciously. 71 in the day of my distress Will call on thee for aid; For thou wilt grant me free access, • Like thee among the Gods is none, of Of all that other gods have done 9 The Nations all whom thou haft made To bow them low before thee, Lord. 10 For great thou art, and wonders great 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, So fhall it never flide. 14 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, And thou haft free'd my Soul Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet free From deepest darkness foul. 14 O God the proud against me rise, And violent men are met To feek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have fet. Is But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild, Readieft thy grace to fhew, Slow to be angry, and art stil'd Moft merciful, moft true. A PSAL. LXXXVII. Mong the holy Mountains high There Seated in his Sanctuary› His Temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair Gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's Land, though there be store, And all within his care. City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke ; I mention Ægypt, where proud Kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends, |