THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXXXV

Thou, Lord, thy Land hast Favour shown; And back thy captiv'd Iacob led. Thy People's Guilt hast lifted off; And all their Sin hast covered. Thou all thine Anger hast remov'd; Thy flaming Wrath thou do'st appease. Turn us, O our Salvation's God; And let thine Anger wholly cease. Wilt thou, with us, be angry still? Thro' Ages shall thy Wrath remain? Wilt thou not us again revive; That we may Joy in Thee regain? Iehovah, graciously appear, And tender Pity to us show; All the Salvation which we need, Upon us bounteously bestow.