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Thy servant's soul! for, Lord, to thee I list my soul and voice. 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 incessant prayers afford Thy hearing graciously. 2O 7 I in the day of my distress Will call on thee for aid; For thou wilt grant me free access, And answer what I prayed. 8 Like thee among the gods is none, O Lord ; nor any works 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 3O To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name. 10 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done; Thou in thy everlasting seat Remainest God alone. I I 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 slide. 4O 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee /honour and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore.
For great thy mercy is toward me,
AMONG the holy mountains high
There seated in his sanctuary,
Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more
Of Jacob's land, though there be store,
City of God, most glorious things
I mention Egypt, where proud kings
4 I mention Babel to my friends,
Philistia full of scorn, And Tyre, with Ethiop's utmost ends : Lo this man there was born. But twice that praise shall in our car Be said of Sion last : This and this man was born in her; High God shall fix her fast. 2O The Lord shall write it in a scroll, That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth enroll, That this man there was born. Both they who sing and they who dance With sacred songs are there; In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear.
LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep,
4 Reckoned I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit; I am a 1 man but weak, alas ! And for that name unfit, 5 From life discharged and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the slain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep, Whom thou rememberest no more, Dost never more regard : Them, from thy hand delivered o'er, Death's hideous house hath barred. 6 Thou, in the lowest pit profound, Hast set me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no she/ter saves, Full sore doth press on me; * Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, *And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow and affliction great Mine eye grows dim and dead; Lord, all the day I thee entreat, My hands to thee I spread. Io Wilt thou do wonders on the dead 2 Shall the deceased arise And praise thee from their loathsome bed With pale and hollow eyes 2 11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold 2
* Heb. : A man with out manly strength.
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Or they who in perdition dwell Thy faithfulness unfold 2 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known 2 Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion ? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry Ere yet my life be spent ; And up to thee my prayer doth hie Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake And hide thy face from me, a Ho.: Pre con- 15 That am already bruised, and * shake cussione. With terror sent from thee; Bruised and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo, Astonished with thine ire 2 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow ; Thy threatenings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go; Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, And severed from me far: They fly me now whom I have loved, And as in darkness are.
BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray