Return to folly, but surcease Surely to such as do Him fear And glory shall ere long appear Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r, The Lord will also then bestow Our land shall forth in plenty throw Before Him righteousness shall go, Then will He come, and not be slow, PSALM LXXXVI. THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, 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 Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee For thou art good, thou, Lord, art prone To them that on thee call. Unto my supplication, Lord, I in the day of my distress Like thee among the Gods is none, Of all that other Gods have done The nations all whom thou hast made For great thou art, and wonders great Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore. For great thy mercy is toward me, O God, the proud against me rise, To seek my life, and in their eyes But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, O turn to me thy face at length, Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed, because thou, Lord, Dost help and comfort me. PSALM LXXXVII. AMONG the holy mountains high His temple there is placed. Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, City of God, most glorious things ! I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends, But twice that praise shall in our ear, This and this man was born in her; The Lord shall write it in a scroll Both they who sing, and they who dance, In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, 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 And to my cries, that ceaseless are, Thine ear with favour bend. For cloy'd with woes and trouble store My life at death's uncheerful door Reckon❜d I am with them that pass I am a man, but weak, alas! From life discharged and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, Whom thou rememberest no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Thou in the lowest pit profound Where thickest darkness hovers round, Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, Through sorrow and affliction great, Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? And praise thee from their loathsome bed Shall they thy loving kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold? Or they who in perdition dwell, |