12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, Who only on thee doth rely, Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, From thy 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 2 2 Heb. Turn 6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, to quicken us. And thus again revive, That so thy people may rejoice, 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord; 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 10 20 30 To dwell within our land. 10 Mercy and Truth, that long were missed, Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed, I Truth from the earth like to a flower And Justice from her heavenly bower 12 The Lord will also then bestow Our land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteousness shall go, Then will he come, and not be slow; 3 Heb. 40 50 He will set his steps to the way. PSALM LXXXVI. I THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline; For I am poor, and almost pine 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee I call; 4 Oh make rejoice Thy servant's soul! for, Lord, to thee 1 Heb.: I am good, loving, a doer of good & holy things. 5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone Art full of mercy, thou alone, 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, 7 I in the day of my distress 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, 10 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. 30 40 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, 14 O God, the proud against me rise, To seek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have set. But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art styled Most merciful, most true. 16 Oh turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And let my foes then see, And be ashamed, because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high There seated in his sanctuary, 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more 50 60 Than all the dwellings fair 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; 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll, 7 Both they who sing and they who dance In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, 10 20 PSALM LXXXVIII. I LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep, And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer, And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3 For, cloyed with woes and trouble store, My life, at death's uncheerful door, 4 Reckoned I am with them that pass I am a man but weak, alas! And for that name unfit, 5 From life discharged and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the slain in bloody fight 10 Heb.: A man without manly strength. 20 2 The Hebrew bears both. Whom thou rememberest no more, Them, from thy hand delivered o'er, Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 2 Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through sorrow and affliction great IO Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? Shall the deceased arise And praise thee from their loathsome bed II Shall they thy loving-kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Of dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry And up to thee my prayer doth hie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake And hide thy face from me, 3 Heb. Pra 15 That am already bruised, and shake concussione. With terror sent from thee; While I thy terrors undergo, Astonished with thine ire? 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; 17 All day they round about me go; 30 40 50 60 |