6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, That so thy people may rejoice 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, 8 And now, what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, 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 missed, Sweet peace and righteousness have kissed, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, And justice from her heavenly bower 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 Art full of mercy, thou alone, 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 By thy strong hand are done; сс Thou, in thy everlasting seat, 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide; To fear thy name my heart unite, 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord 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, Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art styled 16 O turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And let my foes then see, And be ashamed; because thou, Lord, Dost help and comfort me. PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast; There seated is his sanctuary, His temple there is placed. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear 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 3 For, cloyed with woes and trouble store, Surcharged my soul doth lie; My life, at death's uncheerful door, 4 Reckoned I am with them that pass I am a man, but weak, alas! 5 From life discharged and parted quite, Among the dead to sleep; And like the slain in bloody fight, Them from thy hand delivered o'er, 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, Full sore doth press on me; Thou breakest upon me all thy waves, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And makest me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through sorrow and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? And praise thee from their loathsome bed 11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell, On whom the grave hath hold? |