PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously Thou hast not, Lord, been slack; 2 The' iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov❜d, From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd 4 God of our saving health and peace! 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend, 6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, That so thy people may rejoice, 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, Thy saving health to us afford, And life in us renew. 8 And now, what God the Lord will speak I will go straight and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, To his dear saints he will speak peace; But let them never more 9 Surely, to such 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, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, And Justice, from her heavenly bower, 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 slow; PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord! incline, For I am poor, and almost pine 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee 5 For thou art good, thou, Lord! art prone 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, 7 I, in the day of my distress, For thou wilt grant me free access, 8 Like thee among the gods is none, 9 The Nations all whom thou hast made 10 For great thou art, and wonders great 11 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. 12 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 seek my life, and in their eyes 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art styl'd 16 0, turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be asham'd: because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXX VII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high There seated in his sanctuary, 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things I mention Babel to my friends And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear This and this man was born in her; 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll 7 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. PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God! that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer And to my cries, that ceaseless are, |