Fourth PART

I'm poor, distress'd, Salvation grant; Set me, O God, on high. I'll praise the Name of God, with Songs, With Thanks, him magnify. This shall be pleasing to the Lord, And better in his Eyes, Than any Ox, or Bullock young, That's ripe for Sacrifice. The Meek, with Gladness, shall behold The Safety I obtain; Your Heart, who truly seek the Lord, Shall Life, and Comfort gain. Because the Lord will hear the Poor, And set his Pris'ners free: Let Heav'n, Earth, Seas, and all therein, To praise his Name agree. For God will Iudah's Cities build, And his lov'd Sion save; His People there shall safely dwell, And sure Possession have. His Servant's Seed inherit shall What falleth to their Share; And they that love his Name shall dwell, In Peace, and Safety there.