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Psal. LXXXV.

    By John Milton



    Thy Land to favour graciously
    Thou hast not Lord been slack,
    Thou hast from hard Captivity
    Returned Jacob back.
    Th' iniquity thou didst forgive
    That wrought thy people woe,
    And all their Sin, that did thee grieve
    Hast hid where none shall know.
    Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd,
    And calmly didst return
    From thy *1fierce wrath which we had prov'd
    Far worse then fire to burn.
    God of our saving health and peace,
    Turn us, and us restore,
    Thine indignation cause to cease
    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?
    Wilt thou not *2 turn, and hear our voice
    And us again *2 revive ,
    That so thy people may rejoyce
    By thee preserv'd alive.
    Cause us to see thy goodness Lord,
    To us thy mercy shew
    Thy saving health to us afford
    And lift in us renew.
    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
    To trespass as before.
    Surely to such as do him fear
    Salvation is at hand
    And glory shall ere long appear
    To dwell within our Land.
    Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd
    Now joyfully are met
    Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd
    And hand in hand are set.
    Truth from the earth like to a flowr
    Shall bud and blossom then,
    And Justice from her heavenly bowr
    Look down on mortal men.
    The Lord will also then bestow
    Whatever thing is good
    Our Land shall forth in plenty throw
    Her fruits to be our food.
    Before him Righteousness shall go
    His Royal Harbinger,
    Then *3 will he come, and not be slow
    His footsteps cannot err.



Extra Info:
Nine of the Psalms done into Metre, wherein all but what is in a different Character, are the very words of the Text, translated from the Original.

*1Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath.
*2 Heb. Turn to quicken us.
*3Heb. He will set his steps to the way.


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