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PSALM LXXXV. 1 Tax land to favour graciously

Thou hast not, Lord, been slack;
Thou hast from hard captivity

Returned Jacob back.
2 The' iniquity thou didst forgive

That wrought thy people woe;
And all their sin, that did thee grieve,

Hast hid where none shall know.
3 Thine anger all thou hadst removod,

And calmly didst return
From thy fierce wrath, which we had provod

Far worse than fire to burn.
4 God of our saving health and peace!

Turn us, and us restore;
Thine indignation cause to cease

Tow'rd us, and chide no more. 5 Wilt thou be angry without end,

For ever angry thus ?
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend,

From age to age, on us?
6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice,

And us again revive,
That so thy people may rejoice,

By thee preserv'd alive?
7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy shew;
Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.
8 And now, what God the Lord will speak

I will go straight and hear,
For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his saints full dear.

To his dear saints he will speak peace;

But let them never more
Return to folly, but surcease

To trespass as before.
9 Surely, to such as do him fear

Salvation is at hand;
And glory shall ere long appear

To dwell within our land.
10 Mercy and Truth, that long were miss'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 flower,

Shall bud and blossom then;
And Justice, from her heavenly bower,

Look down on mortal men.
12 The Lord will also then bestow

Whatever thing is good;
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 slow;

His footsteps cannot err.


1 Thy gracious ear, O Lord! incline,

O hear me, I thee pray;
For I am poor, and almost pine

With need, and sad decay.

2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod

Thy ways, and love the just;
Save thou thy servant, O my God!

Who still in thee doth trust.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
4 I call; O make rejoice
Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee

I lift my soul and voice. 5 For thou art good, thou, Lord! art prone

To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou alone

To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incessant prayers afford

Thy hearing graciously.
7 I, in the day of my distress,

Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free acce88,

And answer what I pray'd.
8 Like thee among the gods is none,

O 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
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 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,

So shall it never slide.
12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my

Thee honour and adore
With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy Name for evermore.
13 For great thy mercy is tow’rd me,

And thou hast freed my soul,
Even from the lowest hell set free,

From deepest darkness foul.
14 O God, the proud against me rise,

And violent men are met
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 art styld

Most merciful, most true.
16 0, turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on;
Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy handmaid's son. 17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see,
And be asham'd: because thou, Lord,
Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII. 1 Among the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast;
There seated in his sanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

Than all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's land, though there be store,

And all within his care.
3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke;
4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke :
I mention Babel to my friends

Philistia full of scorn ;
And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends,

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 born in her;

High God shall fix her fast.
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;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.
2 Into thy presence let my prayer

With sighs devout ascend;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

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