PSALM LXXXVI.

Tate and Brady

2 Do thou, O God, preserve my soul,
That does thy Name adore;
Thy servant keep, and him, whose trust
Relies on thee, restore.

3 To me, who daily thee invoke,
Thy mercy, Lord, extend;
4 Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes
On thee alone depend.

5 Thou, Lord, art good; nor only good,
But prompt to pardon too;
Of plenteous mercy to all those
Who for thy mercy sue.

6 To my repeated humble pray'r,
O Lord, attentive be;
7. When troubled I on thee will call,
For thou wilt answer me.

8 Among the gods there's none like thee,
O Lord, alone divine!
To thee as much inferior they,
As are their works to thine.

9 Therefore their great Creator thee
The nations shall adore,
Their long misguided pray'rs and praise
To thy blest Name restore.

10 All shall confess thee great, and great
The wonders thou hast done:
Confess thee God, the God supreme;
Confess thee God alone.

11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I
From truth shall ne'er depart;
In rev'rence to thy sacred Name
Devoutly fix my heart.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Praise thee with heart sincere;
And to thy everlasting Name
Eternal trophies rear.

13 Thy boundless mercy shown to me
Transcends my pow'r to tell,
For thou hast oft redeem'd my soul
From lowest depths of hell.

14 O God, the sons of pride and strife
Have my destruction sought,
Regardless of thy pow'r, that oft
Has my deliv'rance wrought.

15 But thou thy constant goodness didst
To my assistance bring;
Of patience, mercy, and of truth,
Thou everlasting spring!

16 O bounteous Lord, thy grace and strength
To me thy servant show;
Thy kind protection, Lord, on me,
Thine handmaid's son, bestow.

17 Some signal give, which my proud foes
May see with shame and rage,
When thou, O Lord, for my relief
And comfort dost engage.