English poem
PSAL LXXXV. To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the Sons of Korah
by Anonymous
O Lord thou favour'd hast thy land: Of Jacob the captivity Thou hast returned with thine hand. Thou also the iniquity Hast of thy people pardoned: Thou all their sin hast covered. Selah
Thou all thine anger didst withdraw, From thy fierce indignation Thou turned hast thy self away. O God of our salvation, Convert thou us, and do thou make. Thine anger towards us to slake.
Ay shall thy wrath be us upon? Wilt thou thine indignation, Draw out to generation, And unto generation? Wilt thou not turn and quicken us, That joy in thee thy folk may thus?
Lord, on us show thy mercy eke Thy saving health on us bestow, I'll hear what God the Lord will speak, For hee'll speak peace his folk unto, And to his saints: but let not them To foolishness return again.
His saving health is high at hand, Surely to all that do him fear, That glory may dwell in our Land Mercy and Truth are met full near, Prosperity and righteousness, Embracing did each other kiss.
Truth springs out of the earth, also From heaven looketh righteousness. Yea God shall that that's good bestow And our land shall yield her increase. Justice shall go before his face, And in the way her steps shall place.