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PSALMS.
12 Lord God of Hofts that reigriJl on high,
That man is truly bleft,
Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only reft.
PSALM LXXXV.
1 Thy land to favour gracioufly
Thou haft not Lord been flack,
Thou haft from hard captivity
Returned Jacob back.
2 Th' iniquity thou didft forgive
That -wrought thy people woe,
And all their fin, that did thee grieve.
Haft hid ivhere none Jhall knoiv.
3 Thine anger all thou hadft remov'd,
And calmly didft return
From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd
Far worfe than fire to burn.
4 God of our faving health and peace,
Turn us, and us reftore,
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Thine indignation caufe to ceafe
Toward us, and chide no more.
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,
That fo thy people may rejoice
By thee preferv'd alive.