12 Lord 'God' of Hosts 'that reign'st on high,' That man is truly' blest, Who 'only' on thee doth rely, PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, From thy fierce wrath which we had proved 4 God of our saving health and peace, 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 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, Return to folly, but surcease 9 Surely to such as do him fear And glory shall ere long appear 10 Mercy and Truth' that long were miss'd,' 'Sweet' Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, And hand in hand are set. 11 Truth from the earth, 'like to a flower, 12 The Lord will also then bestow Our land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteousness shall go Then will he come, and not be slow, PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY' gracious' ear, O Lord, incline, For I am poor, and almost pine 2 Preserve my soul, for I have trod 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 Art full of mercy, thou 'alone' 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, Of my incessant' prayers afford I in the day of my distress, For thou wilt grant' me 'free access, 8 Like thee among the Gods is none, 'Of all that other Gods have done' 9 The nations all whom thou hast made 6 Shall come, and all shall frame' To bow them low before thee, Lord, 10 For great thou art, and wonders great Thou in thy everlasting seat' 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way 'most right; I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, 'Thee honour and adore 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 shew, Slow to be angry, and art styled' 6 16 O turn to me thy face at length' And me have mercy on, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 7 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed; because thou Lord PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains 'high' 'There seated in his sanctuary, 2 Sion's 'fair' gates the Lord loves more 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 Ethiops' 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, And all my fountains' clear.' PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry ; And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer And to my cries, that 'ceaseless are,' 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore My life at death's uncheerful door,' 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass I am a man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharged and parted quite Whom thou rememberest no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er, 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound' Where thickest darkness hovers round,' 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,' Full sore doth press on me ; Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And makest me odious, Me to them odious, 'for they change,' 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, |