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anger all thou hadft remov’d, And calmly didst return From thy * fierce wrath, which we had prov'd

Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our saving health and peace,

Turn us, and us restore, Thine indignation cause to cease

Toward us, and cbide no more.
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 not t turn, and bear our voice,

And us again + revive,
That fo thy people may rejoice,

By thee preserv'd alive?
7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,

25 To us thy mercy shew; Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew. 8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go strait and hear,

30 For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his faints full dear,
To his dear faints he will speak peace,

But let them never more
Return to folly, but surceafe

35 To trespass as before. * Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. + Heb. Turn to quicken us.

9 Surely


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 miss'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 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 fall forth in plenty throw

Her fruits to be our food.
13 Before him Righteousness shall go

His royal barbinger;
Then * will he come, and not be now,

His footsteps cannot err.

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"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 bis steps to the way.

2 Preserve



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 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.
6 Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry Of my incesant 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 have done

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

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

And glorify thy name.



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


10 For


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thou' art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done, Thou in thy everlafling feat

Remaineft God alone.
13 Teach me, O Lord, thy way mof right,

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

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

Thee honor and adore With

my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name forevermore. 13 For great thy mercy, is tow'rd me,

And thou hast free'd my soul,
Ev’n from the lowest Hel} fet free,
ofFrom deepest darkness foul.
14 O God, the proud againft me rife,

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

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

Readiest thy grace to fhew, Slow to be angry, and art fil'd

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

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

And save thy handmaid's fon.

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if Some sign of good to me afford, And let


foes then fee, And be atham'd, because thou, Lord,

Dost help and comfort me.

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MONG the holy mountains high

Is his foundation faft,
There seated is his fan&tuary,

His temple there is plac'd.
Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

Than all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's land, though there be ftore,

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

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

Did our forefathers 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 thet praise fall in our ear

Be said of Sion last, This and this man was born in her, c. High God shall fix her fast. 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll

That ne'er shall be out-woin, When he the nations doth inroll, That this man there was born.

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