10 For one day in thy courts to be Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, 11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, Who only on thee doth rely, PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, 1 From thy fierce wrath which we had proved1 4 God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 1 Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. 6 Wilt thou not 'turn, and hear our voice, That so thy people may rejoice 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, Thy saving health to us afford, 8 And now what God the Lord will speak, To his dear saints he will speak peace, 9 Surely to such as do him fear And glory shall ere long appear 10 Mercy and Truth that long were missed Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, 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, 1 Heb. Turn to quicken us. .2 Heb. He will set his steps to the way. PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, 2 Preserve my soul, for I have trod 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee 5 For thou art good, thou, Lord, art prone Art full of mercy, thou alone 7 I in the day of my distress 8 Like thee among the gods is none, Of all that other gods have done 9 The nations all whom thou hast made To bow them low before thee, Lord, 10 For great thou art, and wonders great 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. 1 Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things. 12 Thee will 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, Readiest thy grace to show, Slow to be angry, and art styled 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. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, 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, In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God, that dost me save and keep, And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer And to my cries that ceaseless are, 3 For cloyed with woes and trouble store My life at death's uncheerful door 4 Reckoned I am with them that pass I am a man,1 but weak, alas! From life discharged and parted quite And like the slain in bloody fight Them from thy hand delivered o'er, 1 Ileb. A man without manly strength. |