That so thy people may rejoice 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, Thy saving health to us afford, 8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, To his dear saints he will speak peace; 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, II Truth from the earth, like to a flower, And justice from her heavenly bower 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. I THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, For I am poor, and almost pine 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod Thy ways, and love the just, Save thou thy servant, O my God, 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee 5 For thou art good, thou, Lord, art prone 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, 7 I, in the day of my distress, 8 Like thee among the gods is none, 9 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, IO For great thou art, and wonders great Thou, in thy everlasting seat, Remainest God alone. II Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, To fear thy name my heart unite, 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, 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 No fear of thee have set. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, 16 O turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed, because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII. I AMONG the holy mountains high 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 Ethiop's 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, With sacred songs are there, In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, PSALM LXXXVIII. I LORD God, that dost me save and keep, 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 store, 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass I am a man, but weak, alas, 5 From life discharged and parted quite Whom thou rememberest no more, 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 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? And praise thee from their loathsome bed, II Shall they thy loving-kindness tell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my prayer doth hie, 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, 15 That am already bruised, and shake Bruised and afflicted, and so low Astonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, They fly me now whom I have loved, A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV. |