'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 Return to folly,' but surcease' 'To trespass as before.'

Surely, to such as do him fear
Salvation is at hand;

And glory shall'ere long appear,'

'To' dwell within our land.

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.'

Truth from the earth, 'like to a flower,'
Shall bud and blossom' then ;'

And Justice, from her heavenly bower,

The Lord will also then bestow
Whatever thing is good;

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

Before him Righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger;'

Then

will he come, and not be slow; His footsteps cannot err.

Heb. 'He will set his steps to the way '

PSALM LXXXVI.

Thy gracious' ear, O Lord! incline,

gracious' the prov

For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and sad decay.'

Preserve my soul; for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just,
my God!

Save thou thy servant, O

Who'still' in thee doth trust.

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

Thy servant's soul; for, Lord to thee

I lift my soul and voice.'

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.

Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incessant' prayers afford
Thy hearing graciously.

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.'

Like thee among the gods is none,
O Lord; nor any works

'Of all that other gods have done'

Like to thy glorious' works.

Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and hoiv things,

The Nations all whom thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorify thy Name.

For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy strong hand are done;
Thou in thy everlasting seat,'
Remainest God alone.

Teach me, O Lord, thy way 'most right.' I in thy truth will bide;

To fear thy name my heart unite, 'So it shall never slide.'

Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God!

'Thee honour and adore'

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

For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,
And thou hast freed my soul,
E'en from the lowest hell set free
'From deepest darkness foul."

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,

But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,
Readiest thy grace to show,
Slow to be angry, and 'art styled,'
Most merciful, most true.

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.

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.

Among the holy mountains 'high'
Is his foundation fast;

There seated is his sanctuary,'
'His temple there is plac'd.'

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.'

City of God, most glorious thing
Ŏf thee' abroad' are spoke ;

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:

But twice that praise shall in our ear'
Be said of Sion 'last ;'

This, and this man was born in her;
High God shall fix her fast.

The Lord shall write it in a scroll
That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth enrol,
That this man there was born.

Both they who sing, and they who dance. With sacred songs are there,'

PSALMS.

In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, 'And' all my fountains' clear.'

PSALM LXXXVIII.

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.'

Into thy presence let my prayer
'With sighs devout ascend;'

And to my cries, that, 'ceaseless are,'
Thine ear with favour bend.

For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore,
Surcharg'd my soul doth lie;
My life at Death's uncheerful door;'
Unto the grave draws nigh.

Reckon❜d I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal' pit;

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▲ am a man, but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit.

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.'

Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
'Death's hideous house hath barr'd.'