And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r Look down on mortal men. 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, PSALM LXXXVI. 1 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 5 For thou art good, thou Lord art prone Art full of mercy, thou alone For thou wilt grant me free access, 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, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, 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 shew, Slow to be angry, and art styl'd 16 O turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, And be asham'd, because thou Lord PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast, There seated in his sanctuary, 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 sture, 3 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke. I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear Be said of Sion last; This and this man was born in her, 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll When he the nations doth inroll, That this man there was born. 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there, In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear. PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God that dost me save and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee prostrate lie. 2 Into thy presence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store My life at death's uncheerful door 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass I am a man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the slain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep. |