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Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us?

6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice,
And us again revive,

That so thy people may rejoice
By thee preserv'd alive?

7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy show,

Thy saving health to us afford,

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11 Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r,
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r
Look down on mortal men.

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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.

10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd

Now joyfully are met,

Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,
And hand in hand are set.

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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.

PSALM LXXXVI.

1 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.

3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

I call; 4. O 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

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Of my incessant pray'rs 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

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 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.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Thee honour and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore.

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19 incessant] P. Lost, xi. 307.

And if by prayer
Incessant I could hope to change the will, &c. Todd.

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.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,
Readiest thy grace to show,

Slow to be angry, and art styl'd
Most merciful, 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 handmaid's son.
17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,
And be asham'd, because thou, Lord,
Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII.

1 AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast,

VOL. III.

There seated is his sanctuary,
His temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

Than all the dwellings fair

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Of Jacob's 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 Ethiop's utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice 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 scroll
That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth inroll,
That this man there was born.

PSALM LXXXVIII.

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In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

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.

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