Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hosts, And home they fly from round the coasts Happy, who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise, Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, Where springs and show'rs abound. They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear. Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear, Thou God our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear. For one day in thy courts to be Is better, and more blest, Than in the joys of vanity A thousand days at best. I in the temple of my God Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, With sin for evermore. For God the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, Was only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest. LE PSALM LXXXV. THY land to favour graciously Th' iniquity thou didst forgive And all their sin, that did thee grieve, Thine anger all thou hadst removed, And calmly didst return From thy fierce wrath which we had proved God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease Toward us, and chide no more. Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend From age to age on us? Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive, That so thy people may rejoice By thee preserved alive? Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, To us thy mercy show, Thy saving health to us afford, And life in us renew. 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 surceass Surely to such as do Him fear And glory shall ere long appear To dwell within our land. Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r, Shall bud and blossom then, The Lord will also then bestow Our land shall forth in plenty throw Before Him righteousness shall His royal harbinger, 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 o Who still in thee doth truju. Pity me, Lord, for daily thee 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, I in the day of my distress For thou wilt grant me free access, Like thee among the Gods is none, Of all that other Gods have done The nations all whom thou hast made 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 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 honour and adore 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 LXXXVIL AMONG the holy mountains high Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, City of God, most glorious things |