I in the temple of my God

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

With sin for evermore.

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II For God, the Lord, both sun and shield,

Gives 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.

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.

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3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed,

And calmly didst return
From Thy fierce wrath, which we had proved

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 ?
Wilt Thou Thy frowning ire extend

From age to age on us?

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6 Wilt Thou not turn and hear our voice,

And thus again revive,
That so Thy people may rejoice,

By Thee preserved alive?
7 Cause us to see Thy goodness, Lord;

To us Thy mercy show;
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 ;

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.

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10 Mercy and truth, that long were missed,

Now joyfully are met;
Sweet peace and righteousness have kissed,

And hand in hand are set.

11 Truth from the earth like to a flower

Shall bud and blossom then;
And justice from her heavenly bower

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.

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13 Before Him righteousness shall go,

His royal harbinger :
Then will He come, and not be slow;

His footsteps cannot err.

PSALM LXXXVI.

i 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.

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3 Pity me, Lord, for daily Thee

I call; 4 Oh 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

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 cry
Of my incessant prayers afford

Thy hearing graciously.

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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 prayed.
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.

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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.

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12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

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

Thy name for evermore.
13 For great Thy mercy is toward me,

And Thou hast freed my soul, Ev'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.

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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;
Unto Thy servant give Thy strength,

And save Thy handmaid's son.

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17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see,
And be ashamed, because Thou, Lord,

Dost help and comfort me.

4 I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre, with Ethiop's utmost ends:

Lo! this man there was born.