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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AS so ; I saw thy birth That drowsy lake From her faint bosom breath'd thee, the disease Of her sick waters and infectious ease But now at even, Too gross for heaven, Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake...
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IS a sad Land, that in one day Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay Tenant for years, and centuries ; How wilt thou brook't Body I cannot tell ;
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My God, how gracious art thou I had slipt Almost to hell, And on the verge of that dark, dreadful pit Did hear them yell, But O thy love
