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That so thy people may rejoice
By thee preserve! alive.

7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, 25 To us thy mercy shew,

Thy saving health to us asford,
And life in us renew.

8 And now what God the Lord will speak,

I will go Jlrait and hear, 30

For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his faints full dear,
To his dear saints he will speak peace,

But let them never more
Return to folly, but surcease 35

To trespass as before.
g Surely to such as do him fear

Salvation is at hand,
And glory shall ere long appear

To dwell within our land. 40

10 Mercy and Truth that long were mifs'd
Now joyfully are met,

Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,
And hand in hand are set.

11 Truth from the earth, like to a flow r, 45 Shall bud and blossom then,

And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r - ,

Look down on mortal men.

12 The- Lord will also then bestow

WhatWhatever thing is good, 50

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 flow, 55

His footsteps cannot err.

P S A L. LXXXVI.

1 TPHY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,

-■■ O hear me / thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine With need, and fad decay.

2 Preserve my soul, for t I have trod 5 Thy ways, and love the just,

Save thou thy servant, O my God,
Who JIM in thee doth trust.

3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

I call; 4. O make rejoice 10

Thy servant's foul; for Lord to thee
I lift my foul and voice.

5 For thou art good, thou Lord art prone
To pardon, thou to all

Art full of mercy, thou alone 15

To them that on thee call.

6 Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give * Heb. He will Jet his steps to the way. i Heb. J am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things.

Give ear, and to the cry Of my incessant pray'rs afford

Thy hearing graciously. 20

7 I in the day of my distress
Will call on thee for aid;

For thou wilt grant mt free access,
And answer what I pray d.

8 Like thee among the Gods is none, 25

0 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 30

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 feat 35

Remainest God alone.

11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right,

1 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,
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

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And thou hast freed my soul, Ev'n from the lowest Hell set 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 most mild,
Readiest thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and artJlWd 55

Most merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy on,

Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy handmaid's son. 60

17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let'my foes then fee,

And be afham'd, because thou Lord
Dost help and comfort me.

P S A L. LXXXVII.

1 A MONG the holy mountains high
-f*- Is his foundation fast,

There seated is his sanctuary,
His temple there is plac'd.

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; 10

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our foresathers yoke,

I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn. And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends, 15

Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praise shall in our ear Be said of Sion last,

This and this man was bom in her,

High God shall six her fast. 20

6 The Lord shall write in a scroll
That ne'er shall be out-worn,

When he the nations doth inroll,
That this man there was born.

7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, - 25 With sacred songs are there,

In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

P S A L. LXXXVIII.

1 T ORD God that dost me save and keep,
Jlj All day to thee I cry;

And all night long before thee weep,
Before thee prostrate lie.

2 Into thy presence let my pray'r 5

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