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Give ear, and to the cry

Of my incessant pray'rs afford
Thy hearing graciously.

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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,

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Thou in thy everlasting feat

Remaineft God alone.

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

I in thy truth will bide,

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With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,

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And thou haft freed my foul,

Ev'n from the lowest Hell fet free,

From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God the proud against me rise,

And violent men are met

To feek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have set.

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

Readieft thy grace to fhew,

Slow to be angry, and art flil'd

Moft merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,*
And me have mercy on,

Unto thy fervant give thy strength,
And fave thy handmaid's fon.
17 Some fign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then fee,

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

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MONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation faft,

There feated is his fanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.

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2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair

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Of Jacob's land, though there be store,

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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 fcorn,

And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praise fhall in our ear Be faid of Sion laft,

This and this man was born in her,

High God fhall fix her fast.

6 The Lord fhall write 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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Both they who fing, and they who dance,
With facred fongs are there,

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In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance,

And all my fountains clear.

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ORD God that doft me save and keep,

'L All day to thee I cry ;

And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee proftrate lie.

2 Into thy presence let my pray'r

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With

With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,

Thine ear with favor 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 pafs Down to the difmal pit,

I am a § man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

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§ Heb. A man without manly ftrength.

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 rememberest no more,
Doft never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er

Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

6 Thou in the lowest pit profound

Haft set me all forlorn,

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Where thickeft darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves, Full fore doth press on me;

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§ Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves,

§ And all thy waves break me. §The Heb. bears both.

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8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange,

And mak'ft me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up

thus.

9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead,

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Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

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10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, Shall the deceas'd arife

And praise thee from their loathsome bed
With pale and hollow eyes?

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold,

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Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand

Or wondrous acts be known,

Thy justice in the gloomy land

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

and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd, and || fhake

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With terror fent from thee? || Heb. Pra Concuffione.

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