1 PSALM LXXXIV. How lovely are thy dwellings fair 2 My soul doth long and almost die 3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong The swallow there to lay her young Hath built her brooding nest; And home they fly from round the coasts, 4 Happy who in thy house reside, 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways! 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, 7 They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts, 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, I, in the temple of my God, Than dwell in tents, and rich abode 11 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high, PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed From thy fierce wrath which we had proved 4 God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 6. Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, That so thy people may rejoice 7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, Thy saving health to us afford, 8 And now, what God the Lord will speak, For to his people he speaks peace, To his dear saints he will speak peace, 9 Surely, to such as do him fear 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, 12 The Lord will also then bestow Our land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him righteousness shall go, Then will he come and not be slow; PSALM LXXXVI. 1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline, 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod Save thou thy servant, O my God, 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee Thy servant's soul; for, Lord, to thee 5 For thou art good, thou, Lord, art prone, 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, Of my incessant prayers afford 7 I, in the day of my distress, 8 Like thee among the gods is none, 9 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, 10 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done; Thou, in thy everlasting seat, 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, 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, 14 O God, the proud against me rise, To seek my life, and in their eyes 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, 16 O turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed; because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 9 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke. I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends, |