Return to folly, but surcease
To trespass as before.

Surely to such as do Him fear
Salvation is at hand,

And glory shall ere long appear
To dwell within our land.

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.

Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r,
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her heav'nly bow'r
Look down on mortal men.

The Lord will also then bestow
Whatever thing is good,

Our land shall forth in plenty throw
Her fruits to be our food.

Before Him righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger,

Then will He come, and not be slow,
His footsteps cannot err.

PSALM LXXXVI.

THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me I thee pray,
For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and sad decay.

Preserve my soul, for I have trod

Thy ways, and love the just, Save thou thy servant, O my God, Who still in thee doth trust.

Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; O make rejoice

Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee
1 lift my soul and voice.

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.

Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incessant pray'rs afford
Thy hearing graciously.

I in the day of my distress
Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free access,
And answer what I pray’d.

Like thee among the Gods is none,
O Lord, nor any works

Of all that other Gods have done
Like to thy glorious works.

The nations all whom thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorify thy name.

For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy strong hand are done,
Thou in thy everlasting seat
Remainest God alone.

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.

Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Thee honour and adore

With

my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore.

For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast freed my soul,
Ev'n from the lowest hell set free,
From deepest darkness foul.

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.

But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,
Readiest thy grace to show,
Slow to be angry, and art styled
Most merciful; most true.

O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on,
Unto thy servant give thy strength,
And save thy handmaid's son.

Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,

And be ashamed, because thou, Lord,

Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII.

AMONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation fast,
There seated in his sanctuary,

His temple there is placed.

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.

City of God, most glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke;

!

I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philistia full of scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

But twice that praise shall in our ear,
Be said of Sion last,

This and this man was born in her;
High God shall fix her fast.

The Lord shall write it in a scroll
That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When He the nations doth enroll,
That this man there was born.

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.

LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry ;

And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.

Into thy presence let my pray'r
With sighs devout ascend,

And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

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.

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.

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,
Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

Thou in the lowest pit profound
Hast set me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.

Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,
Full sore doth press on me;
Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.

Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.

Through sorrow and affliction great,
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,
My hands to thee I spread.

Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?
Shall the deceased arise,

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

Shall they thy loving kindness tell

On whom the grave hath hold?

Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?