8. Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer; O Jacob's God, give ear; 9. Thou God, our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear : 10. For one day in thy courts to be, Is better, and more blest, A thousand days at best. Had rather keep a door; With sin for evermore. Gives grace and glory bright; Whose ways are just and right. That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest. 45 PSALM LXXXV. 1. Tuy land to favour graciously Thou hast not, Lord, been slack; Thou hast from hard captivity Returned Jacob back: That wrought thy people woe; Hast hid where none shall know. And calmly didst return Far worse than fire to burn. Turn us, and us restore; Toward us, and chide no more. For ever angry thus ? From age to age on us ? And us again revive; By thee preserved alive? To us thy mercy show; And life in us renew. 8. And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go straight and hear; And to his saints full dear, But let them never more To trespass as before. Salvation is at hand; To dwell within our land. 10. Mercy and Truth, that long were miss'd, Now joyfully are met; Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, And hand in hand are set." Shall bud and blossom then; Look down on mortal men. Whatever thing is good; Her fruits to be our food. His royal harbinger: His footsteps cannot err. PSALM LXXXVI. O hear me, I thee pray; With need and sad decay. Thy ways, and love the just: Save thou thy servant, O my God, Why still in thee doth trust. I call; 4. O, make rejoice I lift my soul and voice: 5. For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To pardon; thou to all To them that on thee call. Give ear, and to the cry Thy hearing graciously. 7. I, in the day of my distress, Will call on thee for aid; And answer what I pray'd. O Lord; nor any works, Like to thy glorious works. Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name: 10. For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done: Thou, in thy everlasting seat, Remainest God alone. 11. Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right; I in thy truth will bide; So shall it never slide. Thee honour and adore Thy name for evermore. And thou hast freed my soul, Ev'n from the lowest hell set free, From deepest darkness foul. And violent men are met No fear of thee have set. 15. But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to show, Slow to be angry, and art styled Most merciful, most true. And me have mercy on; And save thy handmaid's son. And let my foes then see, Dost help and comfort me. PSALM LXXXVII. 1. Among the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast; There seated in his sanctuary; His temple there is placed. 2. Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair And all within his care. Of thee abroad are spoke; Did our forefathers yoke. Philistia full of scorn; Lo, this man there was born: Be said of Sion last; High God shall fix her fast. That ne'er shall be outworn, When he the nations doth inroll; 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; Before thee prostrate lie. With sighs devout ascend; Thine ear with favour bend. 3. For, cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharged my soul doth lie; My life, at Death's uncheerful door, Unto the grave draws nigh. Down to the dismal pit: And for that name unfit. Among the dead to sleep; That in the grave lie deep. Dost never more regard; 9. Trouble store. Some editors read sore. Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er, Death's hideous house hath barr'd. 6. Thou in the lowest pit profound, Hast set me all forlorn, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7. Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, Full sore doth press on me; And all thy waves break me. 8. Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, And I here pent up thus. Mine eve grows dim and dead: Lord, all the day I thee entreat, My hands to thee I spread. Shall the deceased arise, With pale and hollow eyes? On whom the grave hath hold ? Or they, who in perdition duell, Thy faithfulness unfold ? 12. In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wonderous acts be known? Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion ? Ere yet my life be spent ; Each morn, and thee prevent. 14. Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me, 15. That am already bruised, and shake With terrour sent from thee? As ready to expire; Astonishid with thine ire. Thy threatenings cut me through: 17. All day they round about me go; Like waves they me pursue. And sever'd from me far: And as in darkness are. |