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

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,
And thou haft freed my Soul,
Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet 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 fet.

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

Slow to be angry, and art ftil'd

Most merciful, most true.
16 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on,
Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength,
And save thy handmaid's Son.
17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then fee,
And be afham'd, because thou Lord
Doft help and comfort me.

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PSAL.

PSAL. LXXXVII.

Among the holy Mountains high

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Is his foundation fast,

There feated in his Sanctuary,

I

His Temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair Gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's Land, though there be ftore,
And all within his care.

3 City of God, moft glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke;

4 I mention Ægypt, where proud Kings
Did our Forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Phliliftia full of scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born.

5 But twice that praise shall in our ear.
Be faid of Sion last,

This and this man was born in her,
High God fhall fix her fast.

6 The

6 The Lord fhall write it in a Scrowle
That ne'er fhall be out-worn,
When he the Nations doth enrowle,
That this man there was born.

7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, With facred Songs are there;

In thee fresh brooks, and foft fireams glance, And all my fountains clear.

PSAL. LXXXVIII.

Ord God thou doft me fave and keep,
All day to thee I cry :

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And all night long before thee weep,
Before thee proftrate lie.

2 Into thy presence let my pray'r
With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,
Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore Surcharg'd my Soul doth lie,

My life at death's unchearful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass
Down to the difmal pit;
I am a man, but weak alas,

*

And for that name unfit:

* Heb. A man without manly ftrength. 5 From life discharg'd, and parted quite Among the dead to fleep, And like the flain in bloody fight That in the Grave lie deep. Whom thou remembereft no more, Doft never more regard, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er

Death's hideous house hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest Pit profound Haft fet me all forlorn,

Where thickeft darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves,
Full fore doth press on me ;

* Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves,* The Hebr. * And all thy waves break me.

bears both.

8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious;

Me

Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.
9 Through forrow, and affliction great,
Mine Eye grows dim and dead:
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? Shall the deceas'd arife,

And praise thee from their loathfom bed,
With pale and hollow eyes?
II Shall they thy loving-kindness tell,
On whom the Grave bath hold;
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known,

Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my prayer doth hie
Each morn, and thee prévent.