9 Surely to fuch as do him fear

Salvation is at hand,

And glory fhall ere long appear

To dwell within our land,

10 Mercy and Truth that long were mis'd

Now joyfully are met;

Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,
And hand in hand are set..

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

And Juftice from her heavenly bower

Look down on mortal men.

12 The Lord will alfo then bestow

Whatever thing is good,

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

13 Before him Righteoufnefs fhall go
His royal harbinger;

Then will he come, and not be flow,

His footsteps cannot err.

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PS AL. LXXXVI.

HY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me, I thee pray,

For I am poor, and almoft pine
With need, and fad decay.

*Heb. He will fet his fteps to the way.

2 Preferve my foul, for* I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just;
Save thou thy fervant, O my God,

Who fill in thee doth trust.

3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

I call; 4. O make rejoice

Thy fervant's foul; for, Lord, to thee
I lift my foul 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.
6 Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incessant prayers afford
Thy hearing graciously.

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I in the day of my diftrefs

Will call on thee for aid;

For thou wilt grant me free access,
And anfwer what I pray'd.

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

Of all that other Gods bave done

Like to thy glorious works.

9 The nations all whom thou haft made

Shall come, and all shall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name.

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

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10 For great thou art, and wonders great

By thy ftrong hand are done,

Thou in thy everl-fting feat

Remaineft God alone.

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

To fear thy name my heart unite,

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So fball it never slide.

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12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God, the proud against me rife,

And violent men are met

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To feek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have fet.

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

Readiest thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and art stil'd

Moft merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on,

Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength,

And fave thy handmaid's fon,

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17 Some fign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then fee,

And be afham'd, because thou, Lord,

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PSAL. LXXXVII.

AMONG the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast,

There feated is his fanctuary,
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 flore,
And all within his care.

3 City of God, moft glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke;

I mention Egypt, where proud kings'
Did our forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,

Philiftia full of scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born:

But twice that praise shall in our ear

Be faid of Sion last,

This and this man was born in her,

High God fhall fix her fast.

The Lord fhall write it in a scroll
That ne'er fhall be out-worn,

When he the nations doth inroll,
That this man there was born.

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7 Both they who fing, and they who dance,
With facred fongs are there,

In thee fresh brooks, and foft freams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

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PS AL. LXXXVIII.

LORD God, that doft me fave and keep,

All day to thee I cry ;

And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee proftrate lie.

2 Into thy prefence let my prayer
With fighs devout ascend,

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

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For cloy'd with woes and trouble ftor
'Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,

My life at death's unchearful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs
Down to the dismal pit,

I am a * man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to fleep,

And like the flain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie deep.

* Heb. A man without manly ftrength.