Heb.
17 Asham'd and troubl'd let them be, 60 Troubl'd and sham'd for ever, Ever confounded, and so die With shame, and scape it never.
18 Then shall they know that thou whose name Jehova is alone, Art the most high, and thou the same O're all the earth art one.
PSAL.

LXXXIV.
1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hoasts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are! Where thou do'st dwell so near.
2 My Soul doth long and almost die Thy Courts O Lord to see, My heart and flesh aloud do crie, O living God, for thee.
3 There ev'n the Sparrow freed from wrong Hath found a house of rest, 10 The Swallow there, to lay her young Hath built her brooding nest, Ev'n by thy Altars Lord of Hoasts They find their safe abode, And home they fly from round the Coasts Toward thee, My King, my God 4 Happy, who in thy house reside Where thee they ever praise, 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy waies.

20 6 They pass through Baca's thirstie Vale, That dry and barren ground As through a fruitfull watry Dale Where Springs and Showrs 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 Hoasts hear now my praier O Jacobs God give ear, 30 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 mere blest Then in the joyes of Vanity, A thousand daies at best.
I in the temple of my God Had rather keep a dore, Then dwell in Tents, and rich abode With Sin for evermore 40 11 For God the Lord both Sun and Shield Gives grace and glory bright, No good from him shall be with-held Whose waies are just and right.
12 Lord God of Hoasts that raign 'st on high, That man is truly blest Who only on thee doth relie.
And in thee only rest.
PSAL LXXXV.
1 THY Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been slack, Thou hast 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 Hast hid where none shall know.
3 Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd, And calmly didst return 10 From thy *fierce wrath which we had prov'd *Heb.

The burning Far worse then fire to burn.

heat of thy 4 God of our saving health and peace, wrath.
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?
20 6 Wilt thou not * turn, and hear our voice * Heb.