40 45 9 Surely to such as do him fear Salvation is at hand, To dwell within our land. Now joyfully are met; And hand in hand are set. Shall bud and blossom then, Look down on mortal men. Whatever thing is good, Her fruits to be our food. His royal harbinger; His footsteps cannot err. 50 55 PSAL. LXXXVI. 1 TH I thee pray, THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, me, With need, and sad decay. * Heb. He will set his Reps to the way. 2 Preserve 2 Preserve my soul, for * I have trod Thy ways, and love the just; Save thou thy servant, O my God, Who fill in thee doth trust. I call; 4. O make rejoice I lift my soul and voice. 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 incesant prayers afford Thy hearing graciously. 7 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. O Lord, nor any works Like to thy glorious works. Shall come, and all mall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name. 1 20 25 30 * Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things. VOL. ΙΙΙ. Р 10 For 35 45 19 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done, Thou in thy everlasting seat Remainest God alone. I in thy truth will bide, So fall it never side. Thee honor and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore, 23 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. And violent men are met No fear of thee have set, Readiest thy grace to Thew, Slow to be angry, and art fild Most merciful, most true. And me have mercy on, And save thy handmaid's son, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And let my foes then see, Doft help and comfort me. 10 There seated is bis fanctuary, His temple there is plac’d. Than all the dwellings fair And all within his care. Of thee abroad are spoke; Did our forefathers yoke. Philistia full of scorn, Lo this man there was born : Be said of Sion last, High God shall fix her fast. That ne'er shall be out-woin, That this man there was born. 15 20 P 2 7 Both 25 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there, And all my fountains clear. PSAL. LXXXVIII. All day to thee. I cry ; Before thee proftrate lie. With highs devout ascend, Thine ear with favor bend. foul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit, I am a man, but weak alas, Among the dead to seep, grave 10 * lie deep. * Heb. A man without manly Arength. Whom |