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

And glory sball ere long appear

To dwell within our land.

10 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.

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

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And Justice from her heavenly bower
Look down on mortal men.

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, His royal harbinger,

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

PSALM LXXXVI.

1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me I thee pray,
For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and sad decay.

2 Preserve my soul, for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just;
Save thou thy servant, O my God,
Who still in thee doth trust.

3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

I call; 4. O make rejoice

Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee

I lift my soul and voice.

Heb. He will set his steps to the way.

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

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5 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.

7 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.

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

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Of all that other gods have done

Like to thy glorious works.

9 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall 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 strong hand are done,

Thou in thy everlasting seat

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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.

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12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee honour and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy name for evermore.

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13 For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast freed my soul,
Even from the lowest Hell set free,
From deepest darkness foul.

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.

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

Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art styled

Most merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy ou,

Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy handmaid's son.

17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,

And be ashamed, because thou Lord
Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII.

1 AMONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation fast,

There seated is his sanctuary,
His temple there is placed.

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;

mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke.

4 I mention Babel to my friends, Philistia full of scorn,

And Tvre with Ethiops' utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

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5 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.

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

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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, thou 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,

Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharged my soul doth lie,

My life at death's uncheerful door

Unto the grave draws nigh.

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

I am a man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

5 From life discharged and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,

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And like the slain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie deep,

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Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er,

Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Hast set me all forlorn,

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Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, Full sore doth press on me ;

+ Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
+ And all thy waves break me.

Heb. A man without manly strength.
+ The Heb. bears both.

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& Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,

And I bere pent up thus.

9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, Mine eyes grow dim and dead,

Lord, all the day I thee entreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?

Shall the deceased arise,

And praise thee from their loathsome bed

With pale and hollow eyes?

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave hath hold?
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion?

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13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, Ere yet my life be spent,

And up to thee my pray'r doth hie

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Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me;

15 That am already bruised, and * shake With terror sent from thee?

Bruised, and afflicted, and so low

As ready to expire,

While I thy terrors undergo

Astonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,

Thy threat'nings cut me through ;

17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue.

Heb. Pre concussione.

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