Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.
And now what God the Lord will speaky

I will go ftrait 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

To dwell within our Land.
10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd

Now joyfully are met,
Sweet Peace and Righteousness bave kiss'd,

And hand in hand are set.
11 Truth from the Earth, like to a Flow'r,

Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her Heav'nly bow'r

Look down on mortal men.
12 The Lord will also then bestow

Whatever thing is good,
Our Land shall forth in plenty throw

Her fruits to be our food.
13 Before him Righteousness fhall go

His Royal Harbinger,
Then * will he come, and not be Now,
His footsteps cannot err.

*Heb. He will fet his steps to the way.

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PSAL. LXXXVI.

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HY gracious ear, O Lord, encline,

O hear me I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine

With need, and fad decay. 2 Preserve my Soul, for f. I have trod | Heb. I am

good, loving Thy wayes, and love the just,

a doer of Save thou thy Servant, O my God, good and

Who still in thee doth trust. holy things. 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

I call; 4. O make rejoyce :
Thy Servant's Soul; for Lord to thee

I lift my soul and voice,
s For thou art gond, thou Lord art prone

To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou alone

To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry Of my incessant prayers afford

Thy hearing graciously.
71 in the day of my distress

Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free access,

And answer, what I pray’d.
% Like thee among the Gods is none,
O Lord, nor any works

of 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, Lordo

And glorifie thy name.
Ic For great thou art, and wonders great

By thy trong hand are donç,
Thou in thy everlasting Seat

Remainest God alone. 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way moft right,

I in thy fruth will bids,
To fear thy name my heart-unite,

So fhall it never side.
14 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Thec honour, and adore
With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy name for evermore.
13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,

And thou haft free'd my Soul Ev’n from the lowef Hell set free

From deepest darkness fonl.
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.
Is But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild,

Readiest thy gsace to fhew, Slow to be angry, and art ftild

Most merciful, most true.

'16 O turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on,
Vnto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy hand-maid's Son.
17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see.
And be asham'd, because thou Lord

Doft help and comfort me.

PSAL. LXXXVII.

A Mong the holy Mountains high

Is his foundation fait, There Seated in his Sanctuary,

His Temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair Gates the Lord loves more

Thàn all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's Land, though there be store,

And all within his care,
3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke ;
I mention Ægypt, where proud Kings

Did our Forefathers yoke.
I mention Babel to my friends,

Philiftia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiops uimoft ends

to this man there was born:

s But twice that praise shall in our ear

Be said of sion last,
This and this man was born in her,

High God shall fix her fast.
$ The Lord fhall write it in a Scrowle

That ne'er fall be out-woin, When he the Nations doth enrowle,

That this man there was born. 7 Both they who ling, and they who dance, T

With Sacred Songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft ftreams glance,

And all my fountains clear.

Psal. LXXXVIII.

Lord God thou doft me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry;
And all night long, before thee weep,

Before thee proftrate lie.
2 Into thy presence let my pray’r

With sighs devont afcend,
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend,
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore

Surcharg'd my Soui doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh.