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PSAL. LXXXV.

ITHY Land to favour graciously

Thou hast not Lord been flack,

Thou hast from hard Captivity
Returned Jacob back.

2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought thy People woe,
And all their Sin, that did thee grieve,
Haft hid where none shall know.

3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd,
And calmly didit return

From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd,

↑ Heb. The burning beat of thy wrath.

Far worse than fire to burn.

4 God of our saving health and peace,
Turn us, and us restore,

Thine indignation cause to cease
Toward us, and chide no more.

5 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 as.

That so thy People may rejoyce

By thee preferv'd alive.

7 Caufe us to see thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy shew,

Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.

3 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,
But let them never more

Return to folly, but furcease
To trespass as before.

9 Surely to fuch 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 have kiss'd,
And hand in hand are set.

II 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 shall 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.

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PSAL. LXXXVI.

HY gracious car, O Lord, encline,
O hear me I thee pray,

For I am poor, and almost pine

With need, and Sad decay.

2 Preferve my Soul, for † I have trod ↑ Heb. I am

Thy wayes, and love the just,

Save thou thy Servant, O my God,

Who still in thee doth trust.

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,

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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 supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my inceffant prayers afford
Thy hearing gracioufly.
7 1 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,
Lord, nor any works

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Of all that other gods have done

Like to thy glorious works.

9 The Nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord.

And glorifie thy name.

Io For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy fstrong hand are done,

Thou in thy everlasting Seat

Remainest God alone.

II Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide,

To fear thy name my heart unite,

So shall it never flide.

14 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Thee honour, and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,
And thou haft free'd my Soul
Ev'n from the lowest Hell set 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.

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Readiest thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and art stil'd
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PSAL.

LXXXVII,

A Mong the holy Mountains high

Is his foundation fast,

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
Did our Forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

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