PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee 5 For thou art good, thou, Lord, art prone Art full of mercy, thou alone 7 I in the day of my distress 8 Like thee among the gods is none, Of all that other gods have done 9 The nations all whom thou hast made To bow them low before thee, Lord, 10 For great thou art, and wonders great Thou in thy everlasting seat Remainest God alone. 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, 1 Heb. So shall it never slide. am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things. 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is toward 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 show, Slow to be angry, and art styled 16 Oh, turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed; because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiop's 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, In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God, that dost me save and keep, And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer And to my cries that ceaseless are, 3 For cloyed with woes and trouble store My life at death's uncheerful door 4 Reckoned I am with them that pass I am a man,1 but weak, alas! And for that name unfit. From life discharged and parted quite And like the slain in bloody fight Them from thy hand delivered o'er, 1 Heb. A man without manly strength. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? And praise thee from their loathsome bed 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my prayer doth hie, 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, 15 That am already bruised, and shake Astonished with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threatenings cut me through · 1 The Hebrew bears both. LL 2 Fræ concussione. 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, They fly me now whom I have loved, A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV. [This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifte years old.] WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son, Why fled the ocean? And why skipped the mountains: That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush, PSALM CXXXVI. LET us, with a gladsome mind, Let us blaze his name abroad, For his, &c. |