11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright, No good from them shall be withheld Whose ways are just and right. 12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high, That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest. PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously Thou hast not, Lord, been slack; Returned Jacob back. 2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive That wrought thy people woe, And all their sin, that did thee grieve, Hast hid where none shall know. 3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, And calmly didst return From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our saving health and peace, Turn us, and us restore, } 45 5 10 15 Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend From age to age on us? 6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive, That so thy people may rejoice By thee preserv'd alive? 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, To us thy mercy show, Thy saving health to us afford, And life in us renew. 8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight 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 9 Surely to such as do him fear 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 have 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. 35 40 45 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, His footsteps cannot err. PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, O hear me, I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine With need, and sad decay. 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 I call; 4. O make rejoice Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee I lift my soul and voice. 5 For thou art good, 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 5 10 15 Of my incessant pray'rs afford Thy hearing graciously. 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 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 19 incessant] P. Lost, xi. 307. And if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will,' &c. Todd. 20 25 30 35 40 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, And thou hast freed my soul, Ev'n from the lowest hell set free, From deepest darkness foul. 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. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to show, Slow to be angry, and art styl'd Most merciful, most true. 16 O turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy on, Unto thy servant give thy strength, And save thy handmaid's son. 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And let my foes then see, And be asham'd, because thou, Lord, Dost help and comfort me. 45 50 55 60 PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more 5 |