To his dear saints he will speak peace; 9 Surely, to such as do him fear And glory shall ere long appear 10 Mercy and Truth, that long were miss'd, Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, 12 The Lord will also then bestow Our land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteousness shall go, Then will he come, and not be slow; PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord! incline, For I am poor, and almost pine 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod 3 Pity me, Lord! for daily thee Thy servant's soul; for, Lord! to thee 5 For thou art good, thou, Lord! art prone 6 Unto my supplication, Lord! 7 I, in the day of my distress, For thou wilt grant me free access, 8 Like thee among the gods is none, 9 The nations all whom thou hast made 10 For great thou art, and wonders great 11 Teach me, O Lord! thy way most right ; I in thy truth will bide; To fear thy name my heart unite, So shall it never slide. 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord Thee honor and adore my God! With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, 14 O God! the proud against me rise, To seek my life, and in their eyes 15 But thou, Lord! art the God most mild, 16 O! turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, VOL. III. 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And let my foes then see, And be ashamed; because thou, Lord! PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God! most glorious things 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends; And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear Be said of Sion last; This and this man was born in her; 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there ; In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God! that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble sore, 4 Reckon'd I am with them that I am a man, but weak, alas! pass 5 From life discharged and parted quite Whom thou rememberest no more, Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er, |