O Lord the hope of Israel
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that
Thee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart
Thee, shall be written in the earth, because they haveforsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters. Heal me,
O Lord, and I shall be healed ; save me,and I shall be saved, for Thou art my health, and mygreat deliverer. I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go tothe gates of the grave ; I have deprived myself of theresidue of my years. I said,
I shall not see the Lord, even the Lord in theland of the living : I shall behold man no more withthe inhabitants of the world. O Lord ! by Thee doth man live, and from Thee isthe life of my spirit : therefore wilt Thou recover me,and make me to live. Thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from thepit of corruption ; for Thou hast cast all my sinsbehind Thy back. For Thy name's sake hast Thou put off thine anger ;for Thy praise hast Thou refrained from me, that Ishould not be cut off. For the grave cannot praise Thee, death cannotcelebrate Thee : they that go down into the pit, cannothope for Thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise Thee, as I dothis day : the father to the children shall make
Thy truth. O Lord ! Thou hast been merciful,
Thou hastbrought back my life from corruption : Thou hastredeemed me from my sin. They that follow after lying vanities, forsake theirown mercy. Therefore shall Thy songs be with me, and myprayer unto the God of my life. I will go unto the altar of my God, unto God, thejoy of my youth ; and in Thy fear will I worshiptowards Thy holy temple. I will sacrifice unto Thee with the voice of thanks-giving ; I will pay that which I have vowed ; sal-vation is of the Lord.
Henry Vaughan
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