Then will he come, and not be slow, PSALM LXXXVL 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, O hear me, I thee pray; For I am poor. and almost pine With need, and sad decay. 2 Preserve my soul, for + I have trod Thy ways, and love the just; 55 5 Save thou thy servant, O my God, 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee I call; 40 make rejoice 10 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. 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. 3 Like thee among the Gods is none, O Lord; nor any works Of all that other Gods have done Like to thy glorious works. Heb. He will set his steps to the way. 20 25 Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things.. 9 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name. 10 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done; Thou in thy everlasting seat Remainest God alone. 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right; I in thy truth will bide; To fear thy name my heart unite, 30 .35 So shall it never slide. 40 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee honour and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 45 Thy name for evermore. 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, 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 shew, Slow to be angry, and art styl'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 son. 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. 55 60 PSALM LXXXVII, AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast; There seated in his sanctuary, His temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more 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; High God shall fix her fast. The Lord shall write it in a scroll That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth enroll That this man there was born. 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, 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, 5 10 15 20 25 2 Into thy presence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceaseless are, Thine ear with favour bend. 3 For, cloy'd with woes and troubles store, My life, at death's uncheerful door, Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass I am a * man, but weak, alas! And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to sleep; And like the slain in bloody fight, Dost never more regard, Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er, 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Hast sent me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, + Thou break'st upon me all thy ways, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead; Lord, all the day I thee intreat, *Heb. A man without manly strength. The Heb. bears both. M 2 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? Shall the deceas'd arise, And praise thee from their loathsome bed 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Of dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, Ere yet my life be spent ; And up to thee my pray'r doth hie Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, 15 That am already bruis'd, and † shake Astonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; Thy threat'nings cut me through : 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd, They fly me now whom I have lov'd, † Heb. Pra Concussione. |