6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, And us again revive, That so thy people may rejoice By thee preserv'd alive? 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, To us thy mercy shew; Thy saving health to us afford, And life in us renew. 8 And now, what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight and hear, For to his people he speaks peace, And to his saints full dear, To his dear saints he will speak peace; But let them never more Return to folly, but surcease To trespass as before. 9 Surely, to such as do him fear Salvation is at hand; And glory shall ere long appear To dwell within our land. 10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd, Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r, And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r 12 The Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good; Our land shall forth in plenty throw 25 30 35 40 45 50 13 Before him Righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger: Then will he come, and not be slow, 55 PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, For I am poor, and almost pine 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod Thy ways, and love the just; 5 Save thou thy servant, O my God, 8 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee 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. 10 15 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, 7 I, in the day of my distress, For thou wilt grant me free access, 20 8 Like thee among the gods is none, O Lord; nor any works 25 Of all that other gods have done 9 The nations all whom thou hast made To bow them low before thee, Lord, 10 For great thou art, and wonders great 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, So shall it never slide. 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee honour and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd_me, Ev'n from the lowest hell set free, 14 O God, the proud against me rise, To seek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have set. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, 16 0 turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy on; Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be asham'd; because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high There seated in his sanctuary, 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 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; High God shall fix her fast. 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll 5 10 15 20 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there; 25 In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, 1 LORD God, that dost me save and keep, And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my pray'r 5 And to my cries, that ceaseless are, Thine ear with favour bend. 3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble store, Surcharg'd my soul doth lie; 10 My life, at death's uncheerful door, Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit; I am a man, but weak, alas! 15 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, 20 Whom thou rememberest no more, Them from thy hand deliver❜d o'er, 25 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Hast set me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 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, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? And praise thee from their loathsome bed 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Thy justice in the gloomy land 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my pray'r doth hie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and shake With terror sent from thee? Bruis'd and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire; While I thy terrors undergo, 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, And sever'd from me far: 65 70 They fly me now whom I have lov'd, A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV. This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son, 5 His praise and glory was in Israel known. For his, etc. Who, by his all-commanding might, And caus'd the golden-tressed sun All the day long his course to run. The horned moon to shine by night, He, with his thunder-clasping hand, And, in despite of Pharaoh fell, He brought from thence his Israel. For his, etc. The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythraean main. For his, etc. The floods stood still, like walls of glass, For his, etc. 10 15 |