5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend, 6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, And us again revive, That so thy people may rejoice, 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, Thy saving health to us afford, 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, Shall bud and blossom then; 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, 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod 16 O, turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy on; 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. PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be store, And all within his care. 3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke: I mention Babel to my friends And Tyre with Ethiops' 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 That this man there was born. 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there; In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear. 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 With sighs devout ascend; Thine ear with favour bend. 3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble sore, 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass I am a man, but weak, alas! 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Whom thou rememberest no more, 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st 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, 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand 13 But I to thee, O Lord! do cry, And up to thee my prayer doth hie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, 15 That am already bruis'd, and shake Bruis'd and afflicted, and so low 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; Thy threatenings 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: They fly me now whom I have lov'd, A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV. This and the following Psalm were done by the WHEN the bless'd seed of Terah's faithful son, PSALM CXXXVI. LET us, with a gladsome mind, For his, &c. O, let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell, For his, &c. Who with his miracles, doth make Who, by his wisdom, did create Who did the solid earth ordain For his, &c. |