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11 For God the Lord both fun and shield
Gives grace and glory bright,'
No good from them shall be withheld
Whofe ways are juft and right.

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12 Lord 'God' of Hofts That man is truly' bleft,

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

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"HY, land to favor graciously ·
Thou haft not Lord been flack,

Thou haft from hard' captivity
Returned Jacob back.

2. Th' iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought' thy people woe,

And all their fin, that did thee grieve,'
Haft hid where none fhall know.'

3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd,
And calmly? didst return

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From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd
Far worse than fire to burn.

4 God of our faving health and peace,
Turn us, and us restore,

Thine indignation caufe to cease
Toward us, ' and chide no more.'
Wilt thou be angry without end,.
For ever angry thus,

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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,

Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath,'
Heb. turn to quicken us.'

That

That fo thy people may rejoice

By thee preferv'd alive.

Caufe us to fee thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy fhew,

Thy faving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.'

8 And now' what God the Lord will speak,

I will go ftrait and hear,

For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his faints

full dear,'

To his dear faints he will speak peace,

But let them never more Return to folly, but furceafe

To trefpafs as before.'

9 Surely to fuch as do him fear Salvation is at hand,

And glory fhallere long appear

'To' dwell within our land.

10 Mercy and Truth that long were mifs'd' Now joyfully' are met,

'Sweet' Peace and Righteousness have kiss`d, And hand in hand are fet,'

11 Truth from the earth,

like to a flow'r,'
Shall bud and bloffom then,'

And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r
Look down on mortal men.'
12 The Lord will also then beftow
Whatever thing is good,

Our land fhall forth in plenty throw
Her fruits to be our food.'

13 Before him Righteoufnels fhall go

His royal harbinger,'

Then * will he come, and not be flow,

His footsteps cannot err.

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PSAL, LXXXVI.

HY' gracious' ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me I thee pray,'

For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and fad decay."
2 Preferve my foul, for* I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just,
Save thou thy fervant, O my God,
Whoftill' in thee doth truft.

3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O make rejoice

Thy fervant's foul; for Lord to thee
I lift my foul and voice.'

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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 fupplication, Lord, Give ear, and to the cry

Of my inceffant' pray'rs afford
Thy hearing graciously,

7 I in the day of my diftrefs
Will call on thee for aid;"

'free accefs,'

For thou wilt grant' me
And' anfwer 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 haft made

Shall come,

' and all fhall frame'

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To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name.

10 For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy ftrong hand are done,
Thou in thy everlasting feat'

Remainest God alone.

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11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way

' most right,'

I in thy truth will bide,

To fear thy name my heart unite, • So fhall it never flide."

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

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

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13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, And thou haft free'd my foul,

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Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet free, "From deepest darkness foul.'

14 O God the proud against me rife, And violent men are met

To feek my life, and in their

eyes

No fear of thee have fet.

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

Readieft thy grace to fhew,

Slow to be angry, and art ftil'ď

Moft merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me (

thy face at length,'

And me have mercy on,

Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength,
And fave thy handmaid's fon.

17 Some fign of good to me afford,

And let my

foes then' fee,

And be afham'd, because thou Lord
Doft help and comfort me.

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PSAL. LXXXVII.

AMONG the holy mountains 'high'

Is his foundation fast,

• 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,'
And all within his care.'

3 City of God, moft 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 fcorn,'

And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,'
Lo this man there was born;

5 But twice that praise fhall in our ear'

Be faid of Sion

last,'

This and this man was born in her,

High God fhall fix her fast.

6 The Lord fhall write it in a scroll

That this man there was born,

7 Both they who fing, 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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