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 slow,
His footsteps cannot err.
I HY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me I thee pray,
For I am poor,and almost pine
With need, and sad decay.
2 Preserve my soul, for + I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just,
Save thou thy servant, O my God,
Who slill in thee doth trust.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O make rejoice
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,