Psalm 85

At length thou hast thy Mercie showne;
Drawne from the Babylonian yoke;
Our Sinnes remov'd, which did provoke
Thy Wrath; even that now overblowne.
Great God, our ruin'd State restore;
And let thy Anger flame no more.

O shall it like a Comet raigne!
Extending to the yet unborne!
Wilt thou not quicken the forlorne;
That thine in Thee may joy againe!
O showre thy Mercie from above;
Preserve, and fix us in thy love!

I will the Voice of God attend,
Who to his People speakes of Peace.
Such as in Sanctitie increase;
Nor to their Sinnes againe descend:
These soone with Freedome shall be blest,
That Glory may our Land invest.

Those Dayes shall consumate our Blisse:
Sweet Clemencie with Truth shall meet;
High Justice gentle Peace shall greet,
Saluting with a holy Kisse:
For Truth shall from the Earth arise,
And Righteousnesse looke from the Skies.

Then shall Jehovah distribute
His Blessings with a liberall Hand:
The rich, and ever gratefull Land
Abundantly produce her fruit.
For Justice shall before him goe,
And her faire steps to Mortals show.