Psal. CXXXVI.
COmfort your selvs, O you heirs of hope and be not cast down at your present distres:
If he defer a while, expect; * for he surely wil come, and bring you relief:
He justly stays to punish your neglect; when he often cal'd, and you would not come to him:
He mercifully stays til your souls be refin'd▪ and able to bear the splendor of his presence:
Then, wil his glorious light immediately ap∣pear; and open to your view that blysful prospect:
Then wil he graciously unveil himself; and your eys shal see him face to face: