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3 Thine anger all thou hadft remov'd,

And calmly didft return

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From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd

Far worse than fire to burn.

4 God of our faving health and peace,

Turn us, and us restore,

Thine indignation cause to cease

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Toward us, and chide 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 † turn, and hear our voice,

And us again † revive,

That so thy people may rejoice,

By thee preferv'd alive?

7 Cause us to fee thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy shew;

Thy faving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.

8 And now what God the Lord will speak,

I will go ftrait and hear,

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 furceafe

To trefpafs as before.

*Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. + Heb. Turn to quicken us.

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9 Surely

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 miss'd'
Now joyfully are met;

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

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11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,

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Shall bud and bloffom then,

And Justice from her heavenly bower

Look down on mortal men.

12 The Lord will alfo then bestow

Whatever thing is good,

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

r3 Before him Righteoufhiefs fhall go
His royal barbinger;

Then will he come, and not be flow,

His footsteps cannot err.

PSAL. LXXXVI.

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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 fad decay. ·

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

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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 inceffant 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 anfwer 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 haft made

Shall come, and all shall 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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10 For great thou art, and wonders great

By thy ftrong hand are done,

Thou in thy everlasting feat
Remaineft God alone..

11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right,

I in thy truth will bide,

To fear thy name my heart unite,

So fhall it never flide.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Thee 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 haft free'd my foul, :'.

Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet free,

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From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God, the proud against me rife,

And violent men are met

To feek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have fet,

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

Readieft thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and art fil'd

Moft merciful, moft true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,

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37 Some fign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then fee,

And be afham'd, because thou, Lord,
Dost help and comfort me.

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PS AL. LXXXVII.

MONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation faft,

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

3 City of God, most 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 utmoft ends,
Lo this man there was born:

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But twice that praise fball in our ear

Be faid of Sion last,

This and this man was born in her,

High God fhall fix her fast.

6 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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