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Thy servant's soul! for, Lord, to thee

I lift my soul and voice.
5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art pronc

To pardon; thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou alone,

To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incessant 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 prayed.
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.
9 The nations all whom thou hast made

Shall come, and all shall 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 scat

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 never slide.
12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Tluce honour and adore
With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy name for evermore.

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40 50 1 Heb.: A man without manly strength.

13 For great thy mercy is toward me,

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

From deepest darkness foul.
14 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 shew,
Slow to be angry, and art styled

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

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

And save thy handmaid's son.
17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see,
And be ashamed, because thou, Lord,

Dost help and comfort me.

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PSALM LXXXVII,

I AMONG the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast;
There seated in his sanctuary,

His temple there is placed.
2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

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
Of thee abroad are spoke.

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I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke ;
4 I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre, with Ethiop's utmost ends :

Lo! this man there was born.
5 But twice that praise shall in our car

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

High God shall fix her fast.
6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll,

That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth enroll,

That this inan 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.

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PSALM LXXXVIII.

i LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry,
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.
2 Into thy presence let my prayer,

With sighs devout, ascend;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.
3 For, cloyed with woes and trouble store,

Surcharged my soul doth lie; My life, at death's uncheerful door,

Unto the grave draws nigh.

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4 Reckoned I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit ;
I am a 1 man but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit,
5 From life discharged and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,
And like the slain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie deep;
Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard :
Them, from thy hand delivered o'er,

Death's hideous house hath barred. 6 Thou, in the lowest pit profound,

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

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

Full sore doth press on me; 2 Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,

2 And all thy waves break me.
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 entreat,

My hands to thee I spread.
io Wilt thou do wonders on the dead ?

Shall the deceased arise
And praise thee from their loathsome bed

With pale and hollow eyes ?
u Shall they thy loving-kindness tell
On whom the grave hath hold ?

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2 The Hebrew bears both.

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3 Heb.: Præ con

cussione.

Or they who in perdition dwell

Thy faithfulness unfold ?
12 In darkness can thy mighty hand

Or wondrous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion ?
13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry

Ere yet my life be spent ;
And up to thee my prayer doth hie

Each morn, and thee prevent.
14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake

And hide thy face from me,
15 That am already bruised, and 3 shake

With terror sent from thee;
Bruised and afflicted, and so low

As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo,

Astonished with thine ire ?
16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow;

Thy threatenings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go;

Like waves they me pursue.
18 Lover and friend thou hast removed,

And severed from me far:
They fly me now whom I have loved,

And as in darkness are.

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PSALM I.

Done into verse 1653.

BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way