rom thy + fierce wrath which we had prov'd. Far worse than fire to burn. + Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. God of our saving health and peace, Turn us, and us restore, hine indignation cause to cease Tow’ard us, and chide no more. For ever angry thus, From age to age on us ? And us again * revive. * Heb. Turn to quicken is. Chat so thy people may rejoice By thee preserv'd alive. To us thy mercy shew. And life in us renew. I will go strait and hear, And to his saints full dear. But let them never more To trespass as before. 9 Surely to such as do hiin fear Salvation is at band, And glory shall ere long appear To dwell within our land. Now joyfully are met, And hand in hand are set. Look down on mortal men. Whatever thing is good, Her fruits to be our food, His royel harbinger, * Heb. He will set his steps to the way. Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline O hear me I thee pray, With need, and sad decay. Thy ways, and love the just, Save thou thy servant, O my God, Who still in thee d'oth trust. + Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy Pity me, Lord, for daily thee . I call ; 4. O make rejoice I lift my soul and voice. To pardon, thou to all To them that on thee call. Give ear, and to the cry Thy hearing graciously. Will call on thee for aid ; And answer what I pray'd. O Lord, nor any works Like to thy glorious works. 9 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame 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 aloue, 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide, So shall it never slide. Thee honor and adore Thy name for evermore. And thou hast free'd my soul, Ev'n from the lowest Hell set free, From deepest darkness foul. And violent men are met No fear of thee have set. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art stild Most merciful, most true. And me have mercy on, And save thy handmaid's son. And let my foes then see, Dost help and comfort me. Psalm LXXXVII. AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast, There seated is his sanctuary, His temple there is plac'd. Than all the dwellings fair And all within his care. Of thee abroad are spoke ; Did our fore fathers yoke. ; Philistia full of scorn, Lo this man there was born : Be said of Sion last, High God shall fix her fast. That ne'er shall be out-worn, That this man there was borri. With sacred songs are there, And all my fountains clear. |