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8. Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer; 0 Jaeob's God, give ear;

0. Thou God, our shield, look on the faee Of thy anointed dear:

10. For one day in thy eourts to be, Is better, and more bleat,

Than in the joys of vaniiy

A thousand days at best.
I, in the temple of my God,

Had rather keep a door;
Than dwell in tents, and rieh abode,

With sin for eeermore.

11. For God the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives graee and glory bvight;

No good from them shall be withheld
Whose ways are just and right.

12. Lord God of Hosts, that reign'si on high; That man is truly blest,

Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.

PSALM LXXXV.

1. Tuy land to favour graeiously
Thou hast not, Lord, been slaek;

Thou hast from lsard eaptivity
Returned Jaeob baek:

2. The iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought thy people woe;

And all their sin, tliat did thee gvieee,
Hast hid where none shall know.

3. Thine anger all thou hadst removed,
And ealmly didst return

From thy fieree wrath, whieh we had proved Far worse than fire to burn.

4. God of our saving health and peaee,
Turn us, and us restore;

Thine indignation eause to eease
Toward us, and ehide no more.

5. AVilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus?

Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us?

0. Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voiee,
And us again revive;

That so thy people may rejoiee,
By thee preserved alive?

7. Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord;
To us thy merey show;

Thy saving health to us afford,
And life in us reaew.

8. And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight and hear;

For to his people he speaks peaee,

And to his saints fidl dear,
To his dear saints, he will speak peaee;

But let thein never more
Return to folly, bnt sureease

To trespass as before.

0. Surely, to sueh as do him fear,
Salvation is at hand;

And glory shall ere long appear
To dwell within onr land.

10. Merey and Truth, that long were miss'd, Now joyfully are met;

Sweet Peaee and Righteousness have kiss'd, And hand in liana are set.'

11. Truth from the earth, like to a flower, Shall bud and blossom ilsen;

And Justiee, from her heavenly bower,
Look down on morlal men.

12. The Lord will also then bestow
Whatever thing is good;

Our land shall forth in plenty throw
Her fruits to be onr food.

13. Before him Righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger:

Then will he eome, and not be slow;
His footsteps eaunot err,

PSALM LXXXV1.

1. Tny graeions ear, 0 Lord, ineline;

0 hear me, I thee pray;

For I am poor, and almost pine
With need and sad deeay.

2. Preserve my soul; for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just:

Save thou thy servant, O my God,
Who still in thee doth trust.

3. Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

1 eall; 4. 0, make rejoieo

Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee
I lift my soul and voiee:

5. For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To pardon; thou to all

Art full of merey, thou alone
To them that on thee eall,

0. Unto my supplieation, Lord,
Give ear, and to the ery

Of my ineessaat prayers alford
Thy hearing graeiously.

7. I, in the day of my distress,
Will eall on thee Jor aid;

For thou wilt grant ine free aeeess,
And answer what I pray'd.

8. Like thee among the gods is none,

0 Lord; nor any works,

Of all that other gods Jtave done,
Like to thy glovions works.

0. The nations all whom thou hast made
Shall eome, 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 eeerlasting seat,
Remainest God alone.

11. Teaeh me, O Lord, thy way most vight;

1 in thy truth will bide;

To fear thy name my heart unite;
So shall it neeer slide.

12. Thee will I praise, 0 Lord my God,
Thee honour and adore

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

13. lor great thy merey is toward me,
And thou hast freed my soul,

Ev'n from the lowest hell set free,
From detpest darkness ford.

14. 0 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.

15. But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy graee to show,

Slow to bo angry, and art slyled
Most mereiful, most true.

10. 0, turn to me thy faee at length,
And me have merey on;

Unto thy servant give thy strength,
And save thy handmaid's son.

17. Some sign of good to m» afford,
And let my foes then see,

And be ashamed; beeause thou, Lord,
Dost help and eomfort me.

PSALM LXXXVI1.

1. Among the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast; There seated in his sanetuary;

His temple there is plaeed.

2. Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more 8 Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jaeob's land, though there be store,
And all wiihin his eare.

3. City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke; 10

4. I mention Egypt, where prond kings Did onr forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of seorn; And Tyre, with Ethiop's ntmost ends: is

Lo, this man there was born:

5. But twiee that praise shall in onr ear Be said of Sion last;

This and this man was born in her;

High God shall fix her fast. 20

0. The Lord shall write it in a seroll
That ne'er shall be outworn,

When he the nations doth iuroll;
That this man there was born.

7. Both they who sing, and they who danee, 25 Wiih saered songs, are there:

In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glanee,
And all my fountains elear.

PSALM LXXXVin.

1. Lord God, that dost me save and keep,
All day to thee I ery;

And all night long before thee weep
Before thee prostrate lie.

2. Into thy presenee let my prayer 0 Wiih sighs deeont aseend;

And to my eries, that eeaseless are,
Thine ear with favour bend.

3. For, eloy'd with woes and trouble store
Sureharged my soul doth lie; 10

My life, at Death's uneheerful door,
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4. Reekon'd I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal pit:

I am a man; but weak, alas 1 u And for that name unfit.

5. From life diseharged, and parted quite Among the dead to sleep;

And like the slain in bloody fight,

That in the grave lie deep. 20 Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard;

0. Trouble store. 8ome editors read sore.

Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er,
Death's hideons honse hath barr'd.

0. Thou in the lowest pit profonnd,
Hast set me all forlorn.

Where thiekest darkness hovers ronnd,
In horrid deeps to mourn.

7. Thy wrath, from whieh no shelter saves, Full sore doth press on me:

Thou hreak'st upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.

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

Me to them odious, for they ehange,
And I hero pent up thus.

0. Through sorrow and afflietion great,
Mine eye grows dim and dead:

Lord, all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.

10. Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?
Shall the deeeased arise,

And praise thee from their loathsome bed With pale and hollow eyes?

11. Shall they thy loving kindness tell,
On whom the grave hath hold?

Or they, who in perdition dwel1.
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12. In darkness ean thy mighty hand
Or wonderous aets be known?

Thv justiee in the qloomy land
Of dark obli vion t

13. But I to thee, 0 Lord, do ery,
Ere yet my life be spent;

And up to thee my prayer doth hie,
Eaeh morn, and thee prevent.

14. Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thv faee from me,

15. That am already bruised, and shake With terrour sent from thee?

Bruised, and afflieted, and so low

As ready to expire;
While I thy terrours undergo,

Astonish'd with thine ire.
10. Thy fieree wrath over me doth flow;

Thy threatenings eut me through:

17. A1 1 day they round about me go; Like waves they me pursue.

18. Lover and friend thou hast removed, And sever'd from me far:

They fly me now whom I have loved,
Anil as in darkness are.

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