2 Preserve my soul: Thy help I crave;
As still Thou favourest me:

My God! do Thou Thy servant save,
Who puts his trust in Thee.

3 Be merciful unto me, Lord!
And to my call reply:

For unto Thee, with plaint outpour'd,
Continually I cry.

4 Thy servant comfort; him upbear;
And make him to rejoice:

For unto Thee, in humble prayer,
Do I lift up my voice.

5 For, Lord! Thou good and gracious art, And ready to forgive;

Of mercy great to all in smart,

That ask Thee to relieve.

6 Lord! Thee to my complaint down bend; Now my petition hear;

My supplication's voice attend,

And to my prayer give ear.

7 For, in my trouble's time, for aid,
On Thee will I still call:

For Thou dost hear me; and, as pray'd,
Wilt answer me withal.

8 None 'mong the mighty may compare,
There's none like unto Thee;
any whatso works there are,
With Thine may liken'd be.

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9 Thou mad'st the Nations all; and they To Thee shall come down-bow'd;

Thee shall they worship and obey,
And glorify as GOD.

10 For Thou art great, like whom is none; And wondrous things dost Thou :

Yea Thou art GOD_e'en Thou alone :
And all to Thee shall bow.

11 Teach me Thy way and truth withal,
Therein my walk to frame;

Lord knit my heart to Thee in all;
So still to fear Thy Name.

12 O Lord my GoD! with my whole heart,
Thee will I bless and praise;

And evermore, with my best art,
Thy Name on high upraise.

13 For, ever great, and prompt to save,
Thy mercy to me is;

And, from death's mansions-e'en the grave,
Thou 'st set me free by this.

14 The prond have 'gainst me risen, O Lord!
And sought my soul, to slay;
The violent men, who mock Thy word
And turn them from Thy way.

15 But Thou, Lord! art a GOD of ruth,
Long suffering still, and kind,

Plenteous in goodness and in truth,
To mercy still inclin'd.

16 O turn Thee to me, and relieve;
Me now have pity on;

Thy strength unto Thy servant give,
And save Thine hand-maid's* son.

17 Some token show me, Lord! for good;
Before my foes displayed:

For still at need Thou 'st by me stood,
And help'd me and upstayed.

PSALM LXXXVII.

First Version.

UPON the Holy Hills, past fall,

Are His foundations. nought removes :
Ere Jacob's other dwellings all,

THE LORD the gates of Zion loves.

2 of thee, thou City of GOD_His own! Most excellent things are said, known well. "Of Rahab, and of Babylon,

"Mongst those who know me, will I tell." 3" Lo there shall all learn me to know: "The Nations' names shall her adorn: "Philistia, Moria, Tyre also,

"These all within her shall be born."

4 Yea it of Zion shall be said.

"This man and that in her had birth." And THE MOST HIGH Himself, her stead And stay, shall 'stablish her on Earth. 5 Upcounting People each and Tribe,

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When He their names shall register,
THE LORD shall on His rolls inscribe__
Full many a one had birth in her."
6 Thou City of GOD, our Zion's Hill!,
Our joyness centres all in thee:
On thee shall still our songs*___and still
On thee our meditations be.

PSALM LXXXVII.

Second Version.

UPON the Holy Hills, past fall,

Are His foundations_nought removes:
Ere Jacob's other dwellings all,

THE LORD the gates of Zion loves.
Of thee, O City of GoD-His own!
Most excellent things are said, wide known.
2 "Of Rahab, and of Babylon,

"'Mongst those who know me, will I tell :
"Yea there me shall they call upon :
"Philistia, Moria, Tyre as well;

"These names her records shall adorn;
"These all within her shall be born."

3 Yea it of Zion shall be said

"This man and that in her had birth."
And THE MOST HIGH Himself, her stead

And stay, shall 'stablish her on Earth.
When He the Nations' rolls inscribes,
Upcounting Peoples when and Tribes:
4 When He their names shall register,

THE LORD shall write it to her fame-
"Full many a one had birth in her."

Our Zion thou, of honour'd name!
On thee shall still our songs-on thee
Shall still our meditations be.

PSALM LXXXVII.

Third Version.

GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, City of our GOD!
Thine, displayed in many a token,
Is His favour, thine avow'd.

2 On the Holy Mountains founded,
Zion sits: THE LORD, withal,
Loves her gates, with love unbounded,
More than Jacob's dwellings all.

3"Babylon's and Rahab's glory,
"Me as knowing, will I tell :
"Lo Philistia, Tyre, and Moria,—
"These were in her born, as well."

4 Yea of Zion shall be noted.

"This and that in her had birth.”
And, by THE MOST HIGH promoted,
He shall 'stablish her on Earth.

5 He shall, when all names recording,
Say "There many a one was born."
Still His living streams affording,
Her shall still His saints adorn.

6 Favour'd thou among the Nations,
Thou our burthen still shalt be;
Still on thee our meditations,
Still our songs shall be on thee.

PSALM LXXXVIII.

THOU, my Saviour GOD! e'ermore To Thee I've rais'd my cry: O let my prayer come Thee before; And to my call reply.

2 For full of troubles is my soul,

Nought seeing that thence can save; My life, beneath their strong controul, Draws nigh unto the grave.

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3 I'm counted e'en as one of those
That to the pit go down;
I'm as a man at his days' close,
That strengthless lies o'erthrown:
4 Cast as the dead amidst decay;
E'en as the slain laid there;
That from Thy hand are cut away,
Nor more remember'd are.

5 Thou 'st laid me in the lowest pit,
In darkness and the deep;
Thy wrath doth heavy on me sit,
Thy billows o'er me sweep.

6 Thou from me hast my acquaintance put, And made me loath'd of all: So fast am I in prison shut,

I cannot forth from thrall.

7 For my afflictedness, ne'er dried_
Mine eye doth fail to see;

To Thee, O Lord! I 've ceaseless cried,
My hands stretch'd out to Thee.

8 Wilt Thou, among the life-deprived,
Thy wonders show to gaze?
Or shall the dead, anew revived,
Rise up and give Thee praise?
9 Shall in the grave be, noticeless,
Thy loving-kindness shared?___
Or, in destruction's emptiness,
Thy faithfulness declared?

10 And shall the marvels of Thy hand
Be in the darkness shown?_

Or, in forgetfulness's land,

Thy righteousness made known? 11 Lord! unto Thee I still have cried; Thy aid I still implore;

And early doth, to Thee applied,
My prayer come Thee before.

12 O wherefor, Lord! my soul thus spurn, Thus from Thee casting off?

And why Thy face, dost from me turn,
Bereaving me thereof?