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Ever confounded, and so die
With fame, and scape it never.. 18 Then fall they know that thou whose name
Jehovah is alone,
O'er all the earth art one.
'H o w lovely are thy dwellings fair!
O Lord of Hofts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are !
Where thou dost dwell so near. 2 My Soul doth long and almost die
Thy Courts O Lord to see, My heart and flesh aloud do cry,
O living God, for thee.
Hath found a house of reft,
Hath built her brooding nest,
They find their safe abode,
Toward thee, my King, my God. 4 Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praises
s Happy, whose Arength in thec dorka bide,
And in their hearts thy ways.
That dry and barpon ground,
Where Springs and Show'rs abound. 7 They journey on from strength to strength
With joy and gladfom cheer, Till all before our God at lengtla
In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hofts hear now my prayer,
o Jacob's God give ear, 9 Thou God our field look on the face
of thy anointed dear.
Is better, and more bleft,
A thousand days at beft.
Had rather keep a door,
With Sin for evermore.
Giyes grace and glory bright,
Whose ways are just and right.
That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth relie,
And in thee only reft.
PSA L. LXXXV.
T* Land to favour gracioully
Thou hast not Lord been flack, Thou hast from hard Captivity
Returned Jacob back.
That wrought thy People woe,
Haft hid where none shall knod.
And calmly didi return
1 Heb. The burning heat of thy wyath. Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our saving health and peace,
Turn us, and us reftore,
Toward us, and chide no more.
For ever angry thus,
From Age to Age on us ?
And us again * revive, * Heb.turn to quicken 4). That so thy People may rejoyce
By thee preserv'd alive. 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy few,
Thy saving health to us afford,
And life in us renew.
I will go ftrait and hear,
And to his Saints full dear,
But let them never more
To trespass as before.
Salvation is at hand,
To dwell within our Land.
Now joyfully are met,
And hand in hand are set.
Shall bud and blossom then,
Look down on mortal men.
Whatever thing is good,
Her fruits to be our food.
His Royal Harbinger,
*Heb. He will fet his steps to the way.
HY gracious ear, O Lord, encline,
O hear me I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and fad decay. 2 Preserve my Soul, for f. I have trod | Heb. I am
good, loving Thy wayes, and love the just,
a doer of Save thou thy Servant, O my God, good and
Who still in thee doth trust. holy things. 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O make rejoyce :
I lift my soul and voice,
To pardon, thou to all
To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry Of my incessant prayers afford
Thy hearing graciously.
Will call on thee for aid;
And answer, what I pray’d.