PSAL. LXXXV. ITHY Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been flack, Thou hast from hard Captivity 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 beat of thy wrath. Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 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, Return to folly, but furcease 9 Surely to fuch as do him fear And glory shall 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 12 The Lord will also then bestow Our Land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteousness shall go Then will he come, and not be flow, *Heb. He will fet his steps to the way. I T PSAL. LXXXVI. HY gracious car, O Lord, encline, 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 good, loving a doer of and holy things. good 5 For thou art good, thou Lord art prone Art full of mercy, thou alone • Like thee among the Gods is none, of 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 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, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, 14 O God the proud against me rise, To feek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have fet. Is But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art stil'd scafions 2 ength, gth, ord, 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, City of God, most glorious things I mention Ægypt, where proud Kings I mention Babel to my friends, Philistia full of scorn, And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends, |