Thy servant's soul! for, Lord, to thee I lift my soul and voice. 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. 7 I in the day of my distress Will call on thee for aid; For thou wilt grant me free access, 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 scat Remainest God alone. II 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 20 30% 40 To seek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have set. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Slow to be angry, and art styled Most merciful, most true. 16 Oh turn to me thy face at length, 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, VOL. III. PSALM LXXXVII. I AMONG the holy mountains high There seated in his sanctuary, His temple there is placed. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke. C 60 ΙΟ I mention Egypt, where proud kings 4 I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre, with Ethiop's utmost ends: 5 But twice that praise shall in our car 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 enroll, That this man there was born. 7 Both they who sing and they who dance In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, PSALM LXXXVIII. I LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee prostrate lie. 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, 20 ΤΟ 4 Reckoned I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit; I am a 1man but weak, alas! And for that name unfit, 5 From life discharged and parted quite And like the slain in bloody fight Whom thou rememberest no more, Dost never more regard: Them, from thy hand delivered o'er, 6 Thou, in the lowest pit profound, Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 2 Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, 2 And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow and affliction great 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? Shall the deceased arise And praise thee from their loathsome bed With pale and hollow eyes? II Shall they thy loving-kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold? 1 Heb.: A man without manly strength. 20 30 2 The Hebrew bears both. 40 3 Heb.: Præ concussione. Or they who in perdition dwell Or wondrous acts be known? Of dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry And up to thee my prayer doth hie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake 3 15 That am already bruised, and shake Bruised and afflicted, and so low While I thy terrors undergo, Astonished with thine ire? 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, They fly me now whom I have loved, 50 60 70 PSALM 1. Done into verse 1653. BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray |