12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest. THY Thou haft not Lord been flack, Thou haft from hard captivity Returned Jacob back. 2 Th' iniquity thou didft forgive That wrought thy people woe, And all their fin, that did thee grieve, Hast hid where none shall know. 3 Thine anger all thou hadft remov'd, And calmly didst return From thy + fierce wrath which we had prov'd Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our faving health and peace, Turn us, and us restore, Thine indignation cause to cease Toward us, and chide no more. 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, For ever angry thus, 45 5 ΙΟ 15 Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend From age to age on us? 20 6 Wilt thou not ‡ turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive, Heb. turn to quicken us. + Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. That That fo thy people may rejoice By thee preferv'd alive. 7 Cause us to fee thy goodness, Lord, 25 To us thy mercy fhew, Thy faving health to us afford, And life in us renew. 8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go ftrait and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, And to his faints full dear, To his dear faints he will speak peace, But let them never more Return to folly, but furceafe 9 Surely to fuch as do him fear Salvation is at hand, And glory fhall ere long appear II Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r, 45 Shall bud and bloffom then, And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r Look down on mortal men. 12 The Lord will also then bestow What Whatever thing is good, Our land fhall forth in plenty throw Her fruits to be our food. 13 Before him Righteousness fhall go His royal harbinger, 50 His footsteps cannot err. Then * will he come, and not be slow, 55 LXXXVI. THY PSAL. 'HY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, For I am poor, and almost pine With need, and fad decay. 2 Preserve my foul, for † I have trod Save thou thy fervant, O my God, 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee I call; 4. O make rejoice Thy fervant'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 5 10 15 To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my fupplication, Lord, *Heb. He will fet his fteps to the Give way. + Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things. Give ear, and to the cry Of my incessant pray'rs afford 7 I in the day of my distress For thou wilt grant me free access, And answer what I pray'd. 8 Like thee among the Gods is none, Of all that other Gods have done Like to thy glorious works. 9 The nations all whom thou haft made Shall come, and all fhall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name. 10 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy ftrong hand are done, Thou in thy everlasting feat Remainest God alone. 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide, 20 25 30 35 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 freed my foul, Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet free, From deepest darkness foul. 14 O God the proud against me rife, And violent men are met 50 To seek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have fet. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild, Readieft thy grace to fhew, 55 Slow to be angry, and art ftil'd Moft merciful, moft true. 17 Some fign of good to me afford, And let my foes then see, And be afham'd, because thou Lord PSA L. LXXXVII. MONG the holy mountains high There feated is his fanctuary, 60 His temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair 5 Of Jacob's land, though there be ftore, And |