7. I, in the day of my distress, Will call on the thee for aid; For thou wilt grant me free access, And answer what I pray'd. 8. Like thee among the Gods is none, Of all that other Gods have done 9. The Nations all whom thou hast made 10. For great thou art, and wonders great Thou, in thy everlasting seat, 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, Thee honour and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13. For great thy mercy is toward me, 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 shew, Slow to be angry, and art styľ'd Most merciful, most true. 16. O, turn to me thy face at length, 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. PSALM LXXXVII. 1. AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast; There seated in his sanctuary, 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, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke ; 4. I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke. I mention Babel to my friends, Philistia full of scorn; And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends, Lo this man there was born: 5. But twice that praise shall in our ear Be said of Sion last ; This and this man was born in her; 6. The Lord shall write it in a scroll 7. Both they who sing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there; In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams 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, Before thee prostrate lie. 2. Into thy presence let my prayer With sighs devout ascend; And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3. For, cloy'd with woes and trouble sore, Surcharg'd my soul doth lie; My life, at Death's unchearful door, 4. Reckon'd I am with them that Down to the dismal pit ; I am a man, but weak alas! And for that name unfit. pass 5. From life discharg'd and parted quite, Among the dead to sleep; And like the slain in bloody fight, That in the grave lie deep. |