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Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at beft:
I in the Temple of my God
Had rather keep a door,
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 fhall be with held
Wrofe ways are just and right.
12 Lord God of Holts, that reign'ft on high,
That man is truly bleft,
Who only on thee doth relie,
And in thee only reft.

PSALM LXXXV.

THY HY Land to favour graciously Thou haft not, Lord, been flack: Thou haft from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back.

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2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought thy People's woe,
And all their Sin, that did thee grieve,
Haft hid where none fhould know.
3 Thine anger all thou haft remov'd
And calmly didft return

From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd
4 Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath.

Far worse than fire to burn.

4 God of our faving health and peace,
Turn us, and us restore;
Thine indignation cause to cease
Tow'rd us, and chide no more.

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5 Wilt thou be angry without end
For ever angry thus?
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us?

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6 Wilt thou not * turn, and hear our voice,
And us again revive,
That fo thy People may rejoice
By thee preferv'd alive?
7 Caufe us to fee thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy fhew;

Thy faving Health to us afford,

And life in us renew.

8 And now what God the Lord will speak,
I will go ftrait and hear:

For to his People he speaks peace,
And to his Saints full dear:

To his dear Saints he will fpeak peace,
But let them never more

Return to folly, but furceafe

To trefpafs as before.

9 Surely to fuch as do him fear
Salvation is at hand,

And glory fhall ere long appear
To dwell within our Land.

10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd
Now joyfully are met;

Sweet Peace and Righteoufnefs have kifs'd,
And hand in hand are fet.

*Heb. turn to quicken us,

II Truth from the Earth, like to a Flow'r,"
Shall bud and bloffom then

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And Justice from her Heav'nly bow'r
Look down on mortal men.
12 The Lord will alfo then beftow
Whatever thing is good,

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

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13 Before him Righteoufnefs fhall go
His Royal harbinger:

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PSALM LXXXVI.

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HY gracious ear, O Lord, incline;
O hear me I thee pray:
For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and fad decay.
2 Preferve my Soul, for
Thy ways, and love the just;
Save thou thy Servant, O my God,
Who fill in thee doth truit:
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4 O make rejoyce
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 fupplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my inceffant Prayers afford
Thy hearing graciously.
I in the day of my diftrefs
Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free accefs,
And answer what I pray'd.

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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.

Heb. I am good, loving a doer of good and boly things.

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9 The Nations all, whom thou haft made
Shall come and all fall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorifie thy name.

10 For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy ftrong hand are done;
Thou in thy everlasting Seat

Remaineft God alone.

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11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right,
I in thy truth will bide;

To fear thy name my heart unite,
So fhall it never flide.

12 Thee will I praife, 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 haft freed my Soul,
Ev'n from the loweft Hell fet free

From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God, the Proud against me rife, And violent men are met

To feek life; and in their eyes

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No fear of thee have fet.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,
Readieft thy grace to fhew;

Slow to be angry, and art fyl'd
Moft merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on;
Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength,
And fave thy hand-maid's Son.
17 Some fign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then fee,
And be afham'd, because thou, Lord,
Doft help and comfort me.

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PSALM LXXXVII.

Among the holy Mountains high

Is his foundation faft;

There feated is bis Sanctuary,
His Temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair Gates the Lord loves more
Than all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's Land; though there be ftore,
And all within his care.

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

4 I mention Egypt, where proud Kings
Did our Forefathers yoke:

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philiftia full of Scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends,
Lo! this man there was born.

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But twice that praise fhall in our ear
Be faid of Sion last,

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

6 The Lord fhall write it in a Scroll
That ne'er fhall be out-worn,
When he the Nations doth enroll,
That this man there was born.

7 Both they who fing, and they who dance,
With facred Songs are there;

In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

PSA L.

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