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9 Surely to such as do him fear

Salvation is at hand,
And glory shall ere long appear

To dwell within our land,
10 Mercy and Truth that long were missid

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 blossom then,
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 now,

His footsteps cannot err.

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PSAL. LXXXVI.

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Ta hear me, 1 thee pray,

HY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,

O hear me, I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine

With need, and sad decay.

* Heb. He will set his Steps to the way.

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2 Preserve my soul, for * I have trod

Thy ways, and love the just; Save thou thy servant, 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 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.
6 Unto my fupplication, 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
Of all that other Gods bave done

Like to thy glorious works.
9 The nations all whom thou hast made

Shall come, and all fall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name.

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

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1. For great thou art, and wonders great

By thy strong hand are done, Thou in thy everl-Ning seat

Remaineft God alone. u Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right,

«I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite,

So fall it never side. 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Tbee honor and adore With

my

whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore. 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, And thou hast free'd

my

soul,
Er'n from the lowest Hell fet free;
". From deepest darkness foul..
14 O God, the proud against me rise,

And violent men are inet
To seek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have set.
15 But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild,

Readiest thy grace to Thew, Slow to be angry, and art fild

Most merciful, most true.
16 O turn to me thy face at lengthy

And me have mercy on,
Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy handmaid's fon,

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17 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.

PSAL. LXXXVII.

AMONG the holy mountains high

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Is his foundation fast, There seated is bis fanétuary,

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 store,

And all within his care.
3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke;
4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefatbers yoke.
I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born :
5 But twice that praise fall in our ear

Be faid of Sion last,
This and this man was born in her,

High God Mall fix her faft.
6 The Lord Tall 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 fing, and they who dance,

With sacred songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,

And all my fountains clear.

PSAL. LXXXVIII.

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ORD God, that dost me fave and keep,

All day to thee I cry;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee proftrate lie.
Into thy presence let my prayer

With fighs devout afcend,
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favor bend.
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble stor

Surcharg'd my soul doth lie,
My life at death's unchearful 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 discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to seep,
And like the Nain in bloody fight
That in the

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lie deep.

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* Heb. A man without manly strength.

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