LXXXIV.

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PSAL.

Ow lovely are thy dwellings fair!

O Lord of Hofts, how dear:

The pleafant Tabernacles are!
Where thou dost dwell so near.

2 My Soul doth long and almost die-
Thy Courts O Lord to fee,

My heart and flesh aloud do cry,
O living God, for thee. :

3 There ev'n the Sparrow freed from wrong

Hath found a house of rest,

The Swallow there, to lay her young

Hath built her brooding nest,

Ev'n by thy Altars, Lord of Hofts,
They find their fafe abode,

And home they fly from round the Coafts
Toward thee, my King, my God.
4 Happy, who in thy house refide,
Where thee they ever praise,

5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
And in their hearts thy ways.

6 They

6 They pass through Baca's thirstie Vale, That dry and barren ground,

As through a fruitful watry Dale

Where Springs and Show'rs abound.

7 They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladfom cheer

Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear.

8 Lord God of Hofts hear now my prayer O Jacob's God give ear,

9 Thou God our shield look on the face Of thy anointed dear.

10 For one day in thy Courts to be
Is better, and more bleft,

Than in the joys of Vanity,
A thousand days at best.
I in the Temple of my God

Had rather keep a door,

Than dwell in Tents, and rich abode,

With Sin for evermore...

11 For God the Lord both Sun and Shield

Gives grace and glory bright, m

No

No good from them fhall be with-held

Whose ways are just and right.

12 Lord God of Hoasts that raign'ft on high,

That man is truly bleft,

Who only on thee doth relie,

And in thee only rest.

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TH

PSAL. LXXXV.

HY Land to favour graciously
Thou haft not Lord been flack,

Thou haft from hard. Captivity
Returned Jacob back.

2 Th'iniquity thou didst forgive
That wrought thy People woe,
And all their Sin, that did thee grieve,
Haft hid where none shall know.

3 Thine anger all thou hadst remoy'd,
And calmly didft return

From thy † fierce wrath which we had prov'd,

Far worse than fire to burn.

+ Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath.

4 God of our faving health and peace,

Turn us, and us restore,

Thine indignation cause to cease
Toward us, and chide no more.

5 Wilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus,

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 fo thy People may rejoyce

By thee preferv'd alive.

7 Cause us to fee thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy fhew,

Thy faving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.

8 And now what God the Lord will speak,

I will go ftrait 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

Return to folly, but furceafe

To trefpafs as before.

9 Surely to fuch as do him fear

Salvation is at hand,

And glory fhall e'er long appear
To dwell within our Land.

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

Sweet Peace and Righteoufnefs have kifs'd,

And hand in hand are fet.

II 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 alfo then bestow

Whatever thing is good,

Our Land shall forth in plenty throw
Her fruits to be our food.

13 Before him Righteousness shall go

His Royal Harbinger,

Then * will he come, and not be flow,

His footsteps cannot err.

* Heb. He will fet his steps to the way.

PSAL.