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I in the temple of my God
Had rather keep a door
With sin for evermore.
II For God, the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;
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.
1 Thy 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 removed,
And calmly didst return
Far worse than fire to burn.
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 angry without end,
For ever angry thus ?
From age to age on us?
6 Wilt Thou not turn and hear our voice,
And thus again revive,
By Thee preserved alive?
To us Thy mercy show;
And life in us renew.
I will go straight and hear,
And to His saints full dear;
But let them never more
To trespass as before.
Salvation is at hand,
To dwell within our land.
10 Mercy and truth, that long were missed,
Now joyfully are met;
And hand in hand are set.
11 Truth from the earth like to a flower
Shall bud and blossom then;
Look down on mortal men.
12 The Lord will also then bestow
Whatever thing is good;
Her fruits to be our food.
13 Before Him righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger :
His footsteps cannot err.
i Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline;
O hear me, I Thee pray;
With need and sad decay.
2 Preserve my soul ; for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just;
Who still in Thee doth trust.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily Thee
I call; 4 Oh make rejoice
I lift my soul and voice.
5 For Thou art good; Thou, Lord, art prone
To pardon ; Thou to all
To them that on Thee call.
6 Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Thy hearing graciously.
7 I in the day of my distress
Will call on Thee for aid;
And answer what I prayed.
O Lord ; nor any works
Like to Thy glorious works.
9 The nations all whom Thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
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;
So shall it never slide.
12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Thee honour and adore
Thy name for evermore.
And Thou hast freed my soul, Ev'n from the lowest hell set free,
From deepest darkness foul.
And violent men are met
No fear of Thee have set.
15 But Thou, Lord, art the God most mild,
Readiest Thy grace to show, Slow to be angry, and art styled
Most merciful, most true.
16 Oh turn to me Thy face at length,
And me have mercy on;
And save Thy handmaid's son.
17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,
Dost help and comfort me.
4 I mention Babel to my friends,
Philistia full of scorn,
Lo! this man there was born.