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7. Cause us to fee thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy fhew,

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.

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 Righteoufnefs have kifs'd,
And band in hand are fet.

II. Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r,
Shall bud and bloffom then,

And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r
Look down on mortal men."

12. The Lord will alfo then bestow
Whatever thing is good,

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

13. Before him Righteoufnefs fhall go,

His royal Harbinger.

Then a will he come, and not be flow,

His footsteps cannot err.

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O hear me I thee pray,

For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and fad decay.

2. Preferve my foul, for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the just,
Save thou thy servant, O my God,

Who ftill in thee doth truft.

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 fupplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry Of my incessant pray'rs afford

Thy hearing gracioufly. 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 haft made

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Shall come, and all fhall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name.

10. For great thou art, and wonders great

By thy ftrong hand are done,

Thou in thy everlasting seat

Remaineft God alone.

II. 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 honour and adore

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15. But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild,

Readieft thy grace to fhew,

Slow to be angry, and art ftil'd

Most merciful, most true.

16. O turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on,

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PSALM LXXXVII.

MONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation faft,

There feated in his fanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.

2. 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 care.

3. City of God, moft glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke;

4. I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,

Philiftia full of scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born :

5. But twice that praise shall in our ear

Be faid of Sion laft,

This and this man was born in her,

High God fhall fix her faft.

6. The Lord fhall write it in a scroll

That ne'er shall be out-worn,

When he the nations doth inroll,

That this man there was born.

7. Both they who fing, and they who dance,

With facred fongs are there,

In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance,

And all my fountains clear.

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PSALM LXXXVIII.

ORD God, that doft me fave and keep,
All day to thee I cry;

And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee proftrate lie.

2. Into thy prefence let my pray'r

With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

3. For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,

My life at death's unchearful door

Unto the grave draws nigh.

4. Reckon'd I am with them that pass

Down to the difmal pit,

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I am a man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

5. From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to fleep,

And like the flain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie deep.

Whom thou remembereft no more,

Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
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6. Thou in the lowest pit profound
Haft fet me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.

7. Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves,

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*Heb. A man without manly ftrength.
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