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PSALM LXXXV.
AT length thou hast thy Mercy shown;* 1.1
Drawn from the Babylonian yoke;
Our Sins remov'd, which did provoke
Thy Wrath; even that now overblown.
Great God, our ruin'd State restore;
And let thy Anger flame no more.
O shall it like a Comet reign!
Extending to the yet unborn!
Wilt thou not quicken the forlorn;
That thine in Thee may joy again!
O show'r thy Mercy from above;
Preserve, and fix us in thy love!
I will the Voice of God attend,
Who to his People speaks of Peace.
Such as in Sanctity increase;
Nor to their Sins again descend:
These soon with Freedom shall be blest,
That Glory may our Land invest.
Those Dayes shall consummate our Bliss:
Sweet Clemency with Truth shall meet;
High Justice gentle Peace shall greet,
Saluting with a holy Kiss:
For Truth shall from the Earth arise,
And Righteousness look from the Skies.
Then shall Jehovah distribute
His Blessings with a liberal Hand:
The rich, and ever grateful Land
Abundantly produce her fruit.
For Justice shall before him go,
And her fair steps to Mortals show.