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And Justice from her heavenly bowr

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.

* Heb. He will

set kis steps to the way.

PSAL. LXXXVI.

IO

1 Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline,

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

With need, and sad decay.
2 Preserve my soul, for f I have trod + Heb. I am good,

loving, a doer of Thy waies, and love the just, good and holy Save thou thy servant O my God

things.
Who still in thee doth trust.
3 Pitty me Lord for daily thee

I call ; 4 O make rejoyce
Thy Servants 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 crie
Of my incessant praiers afford

Thy hearing graciously.
7 I in the day of my 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

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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 glorifie 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 ever more.
13 For great thy mercy is toward me,

And thou hast free'd my Soul
Eev'n 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 stild

Most mercifull, most true.
16 O turn to me thy face at length,

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

And save thy hand-maids Son. 17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see
And be asham'd, because thou Lord

Do'st help and comfort me.

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I AMONG the holy Mountains high

Is his foundation fast,
There Seated in his Sanctuary,

His Temple there is plac't.
2 Sions fair Gates the Lord loves more

Then all the dwellings faire
Of Jacobs 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 twise 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 Scrowle

That ne're shall be out-worn When he the Nations doth enrowle

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.

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PSAL. LXXXVIII.

I 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.

Ιο

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2 Into thy presence let my praier

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

Thine ear with favour bend.
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store

Surcharg'd my Soul doth lie, My life at death's uncherful dore

Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reck'n'd I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit I am a man, but weak alas

* Heb. A man

without manly And for that name unfit.

strength. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,
And like the slain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie deep.
Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o're

Deaths hideous house hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound

Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.
7 Thy wrath from which no shelter saves
Full sore doth press on me;

30 * Thou break’st upon me all thy waves,

* The Heb. * And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak’st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up thus.
9 Through sorrow, and affliction great

Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.

40 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,

Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their loathsom bed

With pale ani hollow eyes ?
II Shall they thy loving kindness tell

On whom the grave hath hold,

bears both.

Or they who in perdition dwell

Thy faithfulness unfold ? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known,

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Of dark oblivion ?
13 But I to thee O Lord do cry

E’re yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my praier doth hie

Each morn, and thee prevent.
14 Why wilt thou Lord my soul forsake,

And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and † shake Heb. Prae Como With terror sent from thee;

60 Bruz'd, and afflicted and so low

As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo

Astonish'd with thine ire.
16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow

Thy threatnings cut me through. 17 All day they round about me go,

Like waves they me persue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd And sever'd from me far.

70 They fly me now whom I have lov'd,

And as in darkness are.

cussione.

Finis.