The pleasant tabernacles are, ? My soul doth long and almost die 3 There ev'n the sparrow freed from wrong As through a fruitful watry dale Where springs and showers abound. 7 They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsom cheer, Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts hear now my pray's, O Jacob's God give ear, 9 Thou God our shield look on the face 10 For one day in thy courts to be Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, 11 For God the Lord both sun and shield Gives grace and glory bright, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of hosts that reign'st on high, Psalm LXXXV. I THY land to favour graciously 2 Th' iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, And calmly didst return From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd + Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. 4 God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry For ever angry thus, without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend From age to age on us? 6 Wilt thou not * turn, and hear our voice, And us again revive. * Heb. Turn to quicken us. 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 strait 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 9 Surely to such as do him fear Salvation is at hand, 74 And glory shall ere long appear 10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, 11 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, Our land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteousness shall go Then will he come, and not be slow, His footsteps cannot err. 1 T *Heb. He will set his steps to the way. Psalm LXXXVI. HY 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, Save thou thy servant, O my God, things.] + Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee 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. 8 Like thee among the gods is none, Of all that other gods have done Like to thy glorious works. 9 The nations all whom thou hast made 10 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done, Thou in thy everlasting seat Remainest God alone, |