Give ear, and to the cry Of my inceffant pray'rs afford Thy hearing gracioufly.

7 I 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.

8 Like thee among the Gods is none,

O Lord, nor any works

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I in thy truth will bide,

To fear thy name my heart unite,

So shall it never slide.

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12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee honor and adore

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

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,

Readiest thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and art ftil' d
Most merciful, most true.

61 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on,

Unto thy fervant give thy strength,
And fave thy handmaid's fon.
17 Some fign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then fee,
And be asham'd, because thou Lord
Doft help and comfort me.

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MONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation faft,

There feated is his fanctuary,

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 store,

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And And all within his care.

3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke,

I mention Babel to my friends,

Philiftia 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 shall fix her faft.

6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll
That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth inroll,
That this man there was born.

7 Both they who sing, and they who dance,
With facred fongs are there,

In thee fresh brooks, and foft streams glance,

And all my fountains clear.

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ORD God that doft me fave and keep,
All day to thee I cry;

And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee proftrate lie.

2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r

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With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favor bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store

Surcharg'd my foul 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 dismal pit,

I am a * man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

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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 rememberest 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 Hast set me all forlorn,

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

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

* Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,

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8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious,

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 loathsome bed
With pale and hollow eyes?

II Shall they thy loving kindness tell

On whom the grave hath 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 pray'r doth hie,

Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd, and + shake

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