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10 For one day in thy courts to be
Is better, and more blest.
A thousand days at best.
Had rather keep a door,
With sin for evermore.
11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield.
Gives grace and glory bright;
12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high,
That man is truly blest,
1 Thy land to favour graciously
Thou hast not, Lord, been slack;
2 The iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought thy people woe;
3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed,
And calmly didst return
4 God of our saving health and peace,
Turn us, and us restore;
5 Wilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus?
1 Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath.
6 Wilt thou not 'turn, and hear our voice,
And us again1 revive;
7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy shew;
8 And now what God the Lord will speak,
I will go straight and hear;
And to his saints full, dear,
But let them never more
To trespass as before.
9 Surely to such as do him fear
Salvation is at hand;
10 Mercy and Truth that long were missed
Now joyfully are met;
11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then;
12 The Lord will also then bestow
Whatever thing is good;
13 Before him Righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger:
1 Heb. Turn to quicken us.
2 Heb. He will set his steps to the way.
1 Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me, I thee pray,
For I am poor, and almost pine
2 Preserve my soul, for 11 have trod
Thy ways, and love the just;
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
1 call; 4. Oh, make rejoice
5 For thou art good, thou, Lord, art prone
7 I in the day of my distress
Will call on thee for aid;
8 Like thee among the gods is none,
O Lord, nor any works
Of all that other gods have done
10 For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy strong hand are done,
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. 1 Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things.
12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
16 Oh, turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on;
17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,
1 Among the holy mountains high
Is his foundation fast,
2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more
Than all the dwellings fair
3 City of God, most glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke;
4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke;
Philistia/WJ of scorn,
Lo this man there was born:
5 But twice that praise shall in our ear
6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll,
That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth enrol, That this man there was born.
7 Both they who sing, and they who dance,
With sacred songs are there; In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear.
1 Lord God, that dost me save and keep,
All day to thee I cry;
2 Into thy presence let my prayer
With sighs devout ascend,
3 For cloyed with woes and trouble store
Surcharged my soul doth lie;
Unto the grave draws nigh.
Down to the dismal pit;
And for that name unfit.
Among the dead to sleep;
That in the grave lie deep.
Dost never more regard;
Death's hideous house hath barred.
1 Heb. A man without manly strength.