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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,
Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at best.
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,
With sin for evermore.
11. For God the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;
No good from them shall be withheld
Whose ways are just and right.
12. Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high;
That man is truly blest,
Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.
1. THY land to favour graciously
2. The iniquity thou didst forgive
3. Thine anger all thou hadst removed,
And calmly didst return
From thy fierce wrath, which we had proved
4. God of our saving health and peace,
Thine indignation cause to cease
5. Wilt thou be angry without end,
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us?
6. Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive;
That so thy people may rejoice,
By thee preserved alive?
7. Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord;
To us thy mercy show;
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;
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 flower,
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;
His footsteps cannot err.
1. THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline;
For I am poor, and almost pine
2. Preserve my soul; for I have trod
3. Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O, make rejoice
Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee
I lift my soul 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 supplication, Lord,
7. I, in the day of my distress,
For thou wilt grant me free access,
8. Like thee among the gods is none,
Of all that other gods have done,
Like to thy glorious works.
9. The nations all whom thou hast made 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;
To fear thy name my heart unite;
So shall it never slide.
12. Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
13. For great thy mercy is toward me,
Ev'n from the lowest hell set free,
14. O God, the proud against me rise,
And violent men are met
To seek my life, and in their eyes
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.
16. O, turn to me thy face at length,
Unto thy servant give thy strength,
17. Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,
And be ashamed; because thou, Lord,
Dost help and comfort me.
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
Of Jacob's land, though there be store,
3. City of God, most glorious things
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 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,
1. LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep,
All day to thee I
And all night long before thee weep
Before thee prostrate lie.
2. Into thy presence let my prayer With sighs devout ascend;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,
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.
4. Reckon'd I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit:
I am a man; but weak, alas!
And for that name unfit.
5. From life discharged, and parted quite Among the dead to sleep;
And like the slain in bloody fight,
That in the grave lie deep.
Whom thou rememberest no more,
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,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,
7. Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,
Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
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,
Lord, all the day I thee entreat,
10. Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?
And praise thee from their loathsome bed
11. Shall they thy loving kindness tell,
Or they, who in perdition dwell,
12. In darkness can thy mighty hand
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Öf dark oblivion?
13. But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent ;
And up to thee my prayer doth hie,
14. Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake,
15. That am already bruised, and shake
Bruised, and afflicted, and so low
While I thy terrours undergo,
16. Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow;
17. All day they round about me go; Like waves they me pursue.
18. Lover and friend thou hast removed,
They fly me now whom I have loved,