10 For one day in thy courts to be, I, in the temple of my God, 11 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright; No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high, That man is truly blest, 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, And calmly didst return From thy fierce wrath, which we had proved 4 God of our saving health and peace, 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice, 7- Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, 8 And now, what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, To his dear saints he will speak peace; Return to folly, but surcease 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 Whatever thing is good; * Our land shall forth in plenty throw Her fruits, to be our food. 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 Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to 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, Give ear, and to the cry Of my incessant prayers afford Thy hearing graciously. 7 I, in the day of my distress, For thou wilt grant me free access, 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 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide; To fear thy name my heart unite, 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, 16 Oh turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, |