PSALM LXXXIV 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair! Where thou dost dwell so near! O living God, for thee. 3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, Hath found a house of rest; The swallow there, to lay her young, Hath built her brooding nest; And home they fly from round the coasts 4 Happy who in thy house reside, 5 Happy whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways! 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful watery dale Where springs and showers abound. 7 They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear: 9 Thou, God, our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be Is better and more blest Than in the joys of vanity A thousand days at best. I in the temple of my God Had rather keep a door 30 Than dwell in tents and rich abode With sin for evermore. II For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, Who only on thee doth rely, PSALM LXXXV I THY land to favour graciously 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive Hast hid where none shall know. 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, From thy 1 fierce wrath, which we had proved 4 God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 6 Wilt thou not 2 turn and hear our voice, That so thy people may rejoice, By thee preserved alive? 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord; To us thy mercy show; Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. Thy saving health to us afford, 8 And now what God the Lord will speak To his dear saints he will speak peace; And glory shall ere long appear Io Mercy and Truth, that long were missed, Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed, II Truth from the earth like to a flower And Justice from her heavenly bower 12 The Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good; 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; 2 Preserve my soul; for 2 I have trod 1 Heb. Heb. He will set his steps to the way. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things. 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 5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To them that on thee call. 7 I in the day of Will call on thee for aid; For thou wilt grant me free access, 8 Like thee among the gods is none, Of all that other gods have done 9 The nations all whom thou hast made To bow them low before thee, Lord, IO For great thou art, and wonders great 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 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, Ev'n from the lowest hell set free, 10 20 30 40 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 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, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed, because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII I AMONG the holy mountains high There seated in his sanctuary, 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store. 3 City of God, most glorious things I mention Egypt, where proud kings 4 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; High God shall fix her fast. 6 The lord shall write it in a scroll, That ne'er shall be out-worn, |