6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, And us again revive,

That so thy people may rejoice

By thee preserv'd alive?

7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, To us thy mercy shew;

Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.

8 And now, what God the Lord will speak,

I will go straight and hear,

For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his saints full dear,

To his dear saints he will speak peace;

But let them never more

Return to folly, but surcease

To trespass as before.

9 Surely, to such as do him fear

Salvation is at hand;

And glory shall ere long appear

To dwell within our land.

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

Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,
And hand in hand are set.

11 Truth from the earth, like to a flow'r,
Shall bud and blossom 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.

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13 Before him Righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger:

Then will he come, and not be slow,
His footsteps cannot err.

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PSALM LXXXVI.

1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline,
O hear me, I thee pray;

For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and sad decay.

2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod Thy ways, and love the just;

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Save thou thy servant, O my God,
Who still in thee doth trust.

8 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; [4] O make rejoice

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.

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6 Unto my supplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incessant pray'rs 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.

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8 Like thee among the gods is none, O Lord; nor any works

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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

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,

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 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,

16 0 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 asham'd; because thou, Lord,
Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII.

1 AMONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation fast;

There seated in his sanctuary,
His temple there is plac'd,

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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;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke.

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 ear
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 man there was born.

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In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

1 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 pray'r
With sighs devout ascend;

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And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble store, Surcharg'd my soul doth lie;

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My life, at death's uncheerful 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!

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And for that name unfit.

5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to sleep;

And like the slain in bloody fight,
That in the grave lie deep.

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Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver❜d o'er,
Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

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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;
Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
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.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?
Shall the deceas'd arise,

And praise thee from their loathsome bed
With pale and hollow eyes?

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell,
On whom the grave hath hold?
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 pray'r 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 bruis'd, and shake With terror sent from thee?

Bruis'd and afflicted, and so low

As ready to expire;

While I thy terrors undergo,

Astonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; Thy threat'nings cut me through:

17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd, And sever'd from me far:

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They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.

This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son,
After long toil, their liberty had won;
And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand;
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,

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His praise and glory was in Israel known.
That saw the troubled sea, and shivering fled,
And sought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams
Amongst their ewes; the little hills, like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains?
Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake, Earth; and at the presence be aghast
Of Him that ever was, and aye shall last;
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

For his, etc.

Who, by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light.
For his, etc.

And caus'd the golden-tressed sun

All the day long his course to run.
For his, etc.

The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright.
For his, etc.

He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.
For his, etc.

And, in despite of Pharaoh fell,

He brought from thence his Israel.

For his, etc.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erythraean main.

For his, etc.

The floods stood still, like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass.

For his, etc.

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