Give ear, and to the cry Of my incessant pray'rs afford Thy hearing graciously. 7 I in the day of my distress For thou wilt grant me free access, 20 8 Like thee among the Gods is none, O Lord, nor any works 25 Of all that other Gods have done Like to thy glorious works. 9 The nations all whom thou haft made 30 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, So fhall it never flide. 40 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee honor and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore. 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, 45 And And thou haft free'd my foul, Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet free, From deepest darkness foul. 14 O God the proud against me rise, And violent men are met 50 To seek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have set. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild, Readieft thy grace to fhew, Slow to be angry, and art ftil'd 55 Moft merciful, most true. 61 O turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy on, And fave thy handmaid's son. I A MONG the holy mountains high There feated is his fan&tuary, His temple there is plac'd. 60 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more 5 Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be store, And And all within his care. 3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends, Lo this man there was born: 5 But twice that praise fhall in our ear Be faid of Sion last, This and this man was born in her, High God fhall fix her fast. 6 The Lord fhall write it in a scroll That ne'er fhall be out-worn, When he the nations doth inroll, That this man there was born. 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, With facred fongs are there, In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance, And all my fountains clear. 'L° ORD God that doft me fave and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy presence let my pray'r 10 15 20 25 With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, Thine ear with favor bend. 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass Down to the difmal pit, I am a *man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. 10 15 *Heb. A man without manly strength. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the flain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep. Whom thou rememberest no more, Doft never more regard, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Death's hideous house hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Haft fet me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves, Full fore doth press on me; * Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves, 20 25 30 *And all thy waves break me. *The Hebr. bears both. Thou 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, My hands to thee I spread. 35 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, Shall the deceas'd arise 40 And praise thee from their loathfome bed With pale and hollow eyes? 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell hath hold, On whom the grave Thy faithfulness unfold? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known, 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 pray'r doth hie, 45 50 55 Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and + fhake With terror fent from thee? + Heb. Prae Concuffione. |