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The pleasant tabernacles are,

Where thou dost dwell so near ! 2 My soul doth long and almost die

Thy courts, O Lord, to see,
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,

O living God, for thee.
3 There ev’n the sparrow freed from wrong

Hath found a house of rest,
The swallow there, to lay her young

Hath built her brooding nest,
Ev’n by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,

They find their safe abode,
And home they fly from round the coasts

Toward thee, my King, my God. 4 Happy, who in thy house reside,

Where thee they ever praise, 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,

And in their hearts thy ways.
6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale,

That dry and barren ground,
As through a fruitful wat’ry dale

Where springs and show'rs abound.
7 They journey on from strength to strength

With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear.
8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,

O Jacob's God give ear, 9 Thou God our shield look on the face

Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be

Is better, and more blest,



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Than in the joys of vanity

A thousand days at best.
I in the temple of my

Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,

With sin for evermore.
11 For God the Lord both sun and shield

grace and glory bright,
No good from them shall be withheld

Whose ways are just and right.,
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.



Psalm LXXXV. i THY land to favour graciously

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

Returned Jacob back,
2 Th' 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 remov'd,

And calmly didst return
From thy u fierce wrath which we had prov'd

Far worse than fire to burn.


"Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath.





4 God of our saving health and peace,

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

Toward us, and chide no more. 5 Wilt thou be


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 strait 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,




Heb. turn to quicken us.


Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,

And hand in hand are set.
11 Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r,

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

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

I call; 4. O make rejoice
Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee

I lift my soul and voice.


* Heb. He will set his steps to the way.
| Heb. I am good, loving a doer of good and holy things.




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

Of my incessant pray’rs afford

Thy hearing graciously. 7 I in the day of iny distress

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

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 God,

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

Thy name for evermore.




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