THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXXXVI

Bow down, O Lord, thine Ear, hear me; Oppress'd, and Poor, am I. Keep thou my righteous Soul, which doth On Thee, my God, rely. To Thee, I daily make my Pray'r; Have Mercy, Lord, on me, Joy, to thy Servant's Soul, restore; Who lifts his Heart to Thee. For thou, O Lord, art good and kind, Ready to pardon all; Plenteous in Mercy unto them, In Truth, that on Thee call. Lord, hear my Pray'r, and to the Voice of my Request attend. In Straits, I'll call on Thee, who wilt A gracious Answer send. Among the Gods there's none like Thee; Nor any Works like thine. The Nations all, whom thou hast made, Shall in sweet Consort join; Themselves shall bow before thy Face, And glorify thy Name. For thou art great; thy wondrous Works Thee, God alone, proclaim.