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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,
Art the most high,, and thou the same

O'er all the earth art one.

Psal. LXXXIV.

'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.
3 There ev’n the Sparrow freed from wrong

Hath found a house of reft,
The Swallow there, to lay her young

Hath built her brooding nest,
Ev'n by thy Altars, Lord of Hofts,

They find their safe abode,
And home they fly frim round the coafts

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.
6 They pass through Baca's thirstie Vale,

That dry and barpon ground,
As through a fruitful watry Dale

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.
10 For one day in thy Courts to be

Is better, and more bleft,
Than in the joyes of Vanity,

A thousand days at beft.
I in the Temple of my God

Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in Tents, and rich abode,

With Sin for evermore.
ir For God the Lord both Sun and Shield

Giyes grace and glory bright,
No good from them shall be with-held

Whose ways are just and right.
12 Lord God of Hoafts that raign't on high,

That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth relie,

And in thee only reft.

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PSA L. LXXXV.

T* Land to favour gracioully

Thou hast not Lord been flack, Thou hast from hard Captivity

Returned Jacob back.
2 Th' iniquity thou didft forgive

That wrought thy People woe,
And all their sin, that did thee grieve,

Haft hid where none shall knod.
3 Thine anger all thou hadît remov'd,

And calmly didi return
From thy t fierce wrath which we had prov'd,

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,
Thine indignation cause to cease

Toward us, and chide no more.
s Wilt thou be angry without end,

For ever angry thus,
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 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.
And now what God the Lord will speaky

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,

But let them never more
Return to folly, but Surcease

To trespass as before.
9 Surely to such as do him fear

Salvation is at hand,
And glory shall ere long appear

To dwell within our Land.
10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd

Now joyfully are met,
Sweet Peace and Righteousness bave kiss'd,

And hand in hand are set.
11 Truth from the Earth, like to a Flow'r,

Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her Heav'nly bow'r

Look down on mortal men.
12 The Lord will also then bestow

Whatever thing is good,
Our Land shall forth in plenty throw

Her fruits to be our food.
13 Before him Righteousness fhall go

His Royal Harbinger,
Then * will he come, and not be Now,
His footsteps cannot err.

*Heb. He will fet his steps to the way.

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PSAL. LXXXVI.

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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 :
Thy Servant's Soul; for Lord to thee

I lift my soul and voice,
s For thou art gond, thou Lord art prone

To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou alone

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.
71 in the day of my distress

Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free access,

And answer, what I pray’d.
% Like thee among the Gods is none,
O Lord, nor any works

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