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3 There ev'n the Sparrow, freed from wrang,
Hath found a house of reft ;
Hath built her brooding nest :
They find their safe ebode,
Tow'rd thee, my King, my God.
Where thee they ever praise ;
And in their hearts thy ways.
Ibat dry and barren ground,
Where Springs and Show'rs abound.
With joy and gladfom cheer, Till all before our God at lengtb
In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,
O Jacob's God, give car ; 9 Thou God, our field, look on the face
Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy Courts to be
Is better, and more blej, Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at beft:
Had rather keep a door,
With Sin for evermore,
1 For God the Lord both Sun and Shield
Gives Grace and Glory bright;
Whose ways are just and right.
That man is truly bleft, Who only on thee doth relie,
And in thee only rest.
Thou hast not, Lord, been fack:
Returned Jacob back.
That wrought thy People's woe,
Haft hid where none foould know.
And calmly didst return
+ Heb. Tbe burning beat of tby wrasbi
peace, Turn us, and us restore ; Thine indignation cause to cease
Tow'rd us, and cbide no more. 5 Wilt thou be angry without end For ever angry thus ?
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us ? 6 Wilt thou nòt * turn, and bear our voice,
And us again * revive, * Heb. turn to quicken tin That so thy People may rejoice
By thee preserv'd alive?
To us thy mercy Thew;
And life in us renew.
I will go frait and hear ;
And to his Saints full dear :
But let them never more
To trespass as before.
Salvation is at hand,
To dwell within our Land.
Now joyfully are met;
And band in band are set.
Shall bud and blossom tben;
Look down of mortal men.
12 The Lord will also then bestow
Whatever thing is good,
Her fruits to be our food.
His Royal barbinger:
* Heb. He will fet bis steps to the way.
*H Y 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 p I have trod + Heb. I am
Thy ways, and love the just; good, loving Save thou thy Servant, O my God, doer of good and
Who fill in thee doth trust : boly things, 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O make rejoice
I lift my Soul and voice.
To pardon, thou to all Art full of mercy, thou alone
To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incesant Prayers afford
Thy hearing graciously.
Will call on thee for aid;
And answer wbat I pray'd.
O Lord, nor any works of all, that other Gods bave done,
Like to thy glorious works.
Shall come and all foall frame
And glorifie thy name.
By thy strong hand are done; Thou in thy everlasting Seat
Remaineft God alone,
I in thy truth will bide ;
So fall it never side.
Thee bonour, and adore,
Thy name for evermore.
And thou hast freed my Soul, Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet free From deepest darkness