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And hand in hand are fet,
11 Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r,

Shall bud and bloffom then,
And justice from her heav'nly bow'r

Look down on mortal men.
12 The Lord will also then bestow

Whatever thing is good,
Our land shall forth in plenty throw

Her fruits to be our food,
13 Before him righteousness shall go

His royal harbinger,
Then $ will he come, and not be Now,
His footsteps cannot err.

* Heb. He will fet his steps to the way.







THY gracious car, O Lord incline,

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O hear me I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine With need, and fad decay.

TH 2 Preserve my soul, for I have trode + Heb. I am Thy ways, and love the just;

good, loving 11 Save thou thy fervant, O my God, a doer of good

who still in thee doth trust. and holy things. T 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thce

I call: 4. O make rejoice
Thy fervant's soul; for Lord to thee

i 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. 6 Unto my fupplication, Lord,

Give car, and to the cry Of my incessant prayers afford

Thy hearing graciously. 17 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.
8 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 fall 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 neve: Nide. -
12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Thee honour, and adore
With my

whole heart, and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore.
13 For great thy mercy is tow’rd me,

And thou hast free'd my soul, Ev'n from the lowest hell set free

From deepest darkness foul.
34 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 Thew, Slow to be angry, and art ftild

Most merciful, most true.
16 O turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on,
Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy hand-maid's son. 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And let


foes then see, And be asham'd, because thou Lord

Dost help and comfort me.

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A MONG the holy mountains high

Is his foundation falt, There seated in his fan&tuary,

His Temple there is plac'd.
2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves morc

Than all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's land, though there be store,

And all within his care.
3 City of God, most glorious things

4 4

Of thee abroad are spoke;
I mention Aegypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke.
Imention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born.
is. But twice that praise mall in our ear

Be said of Sion last,
This and this man was born in her,

High God shall fix her fast.
6 The Lord Ihall 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 fing, and they who dance,

With sacred songs are there;
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,

And all my fountains clear.



LORD God thou doft me fave 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's

With fighs devout ascend,
And to my cries, that ceafeless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore


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Surcharg'd my soul doth lie, My life at death's. unchearful door

Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckonid I am with them that pass

Ar Down to the dismal pit; I am af man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit:

+ Heb. A man without manly strength, Os From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to seep, And like the sain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep.

1 Whom thou remembrest no more,

Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death's hideous house hath barr’d.

AE 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound

Haft set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.
7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,

Full fore doth press on me; + Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,

The Hebr. # And all thy waves break me.

bears both. 8 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.
9 Through sorrow, and affliction great,

Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat,



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