PSAL. LXXXVI

         1 THY gracious ear, O Lord, encline,          O hear me I thee pray,          For I am poor, and almost pine          With need, and sad decay.          2 Preserve my soul, for *I have trod Heb. I am good, loving,          Thy waies, and love the just, a doer of good and          Save thou thy servant O my God holy things          Who still in thee doth trust.          3 Pity me Lord for daily thee          I call; 4 O make rejoyce          Thy Servants Soul; for Lord to thee          I lift my soul and voice,          5 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.          6 Unto my supplication Lord          Give ear, and to the crie          Of my incessant praiers afford          Thy hearing graciously.          7 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.          8 Like thee among the gods is none          O Lord, nor any works          Of all that other Gods have done          Like to thy glorious works.          9 The Nations all whom thou hast made          Shall come, and all shall frame          To bow them low before thee Lord,          And glorifie thy name.          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 hide,          To fear thy name my heart unite          So shall it never slide.          12 Thee will I praise O Lord my God          Thee honour, and adore          With my whole heart, and blaze abroad          Thy name for ever more.          13 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.          14 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.          15 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.          16 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.         17 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.