10 For one day in thy courts to be Is better, and more blest, A thousand days at best. God With sin for evermore. Gives grace and glory bright; Whose ways are just and right. That man is truly blest, And in thee only rest. PSALM LXXXV. 1 Thy land to favour graciously Thou hast not, Lord, been slack; Returned Jacob back. That wrought thy people woe; Hast hid where none shall know. And calmly didst return Far worse than fire to burn. Turn us, and us restore; Toward us, and chide no more. 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, For ever angry thus? From age to age on us? 1 1 Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. 6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive; By thee preserved alive. To us thy mercy shew; And life in us renew. I will go straight and hear; And to his saints full dear, But let them never more To trespass as before. 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. 1 Heb. Turn to quicken us. PSALM LXXXVI. 1 Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline, O hear me, I thee pray, With need, and sad decay. Thy ways, and love the just; Who still in thee doth trust. 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee I call; 4. Oh, make rejoice I lift my soul and voice. To pardon, thou to all To them that on thee call. Give ear, and to the cry Thy hearing graciously. 7 I in the day of my distress Will call on thee for aid; And answer what I prayed. O Lord, nor any works Like to thy glorious works. Shall come, and all shall frame And glorify thy name. By thy strong hand are done, Remainest God alone. I in thy truth will bide, So shali it never slide. 1 Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things. 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee honour and adore Thy name for evermore. And thou hast freed my soul, From deepest darkness foul. And violent men are met No fear of thee have set. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to show, Most mercitul, 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, Dost help and comfort me. PSALM LXXXVII. 1 Among the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast, His temple there is placed. 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 orn: 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear Be said of Sion last ; High God shall fix her fast. That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth enrol, That this man there was born. 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there ; In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear. PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God, that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; Before thee prostrate lie. With sighs devout ascend, Thine ear with favour bend. Surcharged my soul doth lie; Unto the grave draws nigh. Down to the dismal pit; And for that name unfit. Among the dead to sleep; That in the grave lie deep. Dost never more regard; Death's hideous house hath barred. 1 Heb. A man without manly strength. |