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Psal. LXXXVI.

    By John Milton



    Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline,
    O hear me I thee pray,
    For I am poor, and almost pine
    With need, and sad decay.
    Preserve my soul, for *I have trod
    Thy waies, and love the just,
    Save thou thy servant O my God
    Who still in thee doth trust.
    Pity me Lord for daily thee
    I call; O make rejoyce
    Thy Servants Soul; for Lord to thee
    I lift my soul and voice,
    For thou art good, thou Lord art prone
    To pardon, thou to all
    Art full of mercy, thou alone
    To them that on thee call.
    Unto my supplication Lord
    Give ear, and to the crie
    Of my incessant praiers afford
    Thy hearing graciously.
    I in the day of my distress
    Will call on thee for aid;
    For thou wilt grant me free access
    And answer, what I pray'd.
    Like thee among the gods is none
    O Lord, nor any works
    Of all that other Gods have done
    Like to thy glorious works.
    The Nations all whom thou hast made
    Shall come, and all shall frame
    To bow them low before thee Lord,
    And glorifie thy name.
    For great thou art, and wonders great
    By thy strong hand are done,
    Thou in thy everlasting Seat
    Remainest God alone.
    Teach me O Lord thy way most right,
    I in thy truth will hide,
    To fear thy name my heart unite
    So shall it never slide.
    Thee will I praise O Lord my God
    Thee honour, and adore
    With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
    Thy name for ever more.
    For great thy mercy is toward me,
    And thou hast free'd my Soul
    Eev'n from the lowest Hell set free
    From deepest darkness foul.
    O God the proud against me rise
    And violent men are met
    To seek my life, and in their eyes
    No fear of thee have set.
    But thou Lord art the God most mild
    Readiest thy grace to shew,
    Slow to be angry, and art stil'd
    Most mercifull, most true.
    O turn to me thy face at length,
    And me have mercy on,
    Unto thy servant give thy strength,
    And save thy hand-maids Son.
    Some sign of good to me afford,
    And let my foes then see
    And be asham'd, because thou Lord
    Do'st help and comfort me.



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.

*1 Heb. I am good, loving, a doer of good and holy things


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