9 Surely, to such as do him fear, And glory shall, ere long, appear 10 Mercy and truth, that long were miss'd, Sweet peace and righteousness have kiss'd, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, And justice from her heavenly bower 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 To pardon, thou to all Art full of mercy, thou alone, 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, 7 I, in the day of my distress, 8 Like thee among the gods is none, 9 The nations all whom thou hast made 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, 12 Thee wil! I praise, O Lord my God, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, 14 O God, the proud against me rise, To seek my life, and in their eyes 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, 16 Oh turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed; because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII. I AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Babel to my friend, And Tyre, with Ethiop's utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear This and this man was born in her 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll, That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth enrol, 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 stream. glance, And all my fountains clear. PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry ; And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer, 3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble sore 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass I am a man; but weak, alas! |