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[1] <To the chiefe musition, a psalme of the sonnes of Corach.> O God, thou art become gracious vnto thy land: thou hast brought Iacob agayne home out of captiuitie
[2] Thou hast forgeuen the wickednes of thy people: and couered all their sinnes. Selah
[3] Thou hast taken away al thy displeasure: and turned thy selfe from thy wrathfull indignation
[4] Turne vs O God of our saluation: and let thyne anger ceasse from vs
[5] Wilt thou be displeased at vs for euer? and wylt thou stretche out thy wrath from one generation to another
[6] Wylt thou not turne agayne and reuiue vs: that thy people may reioyce in thee
[7] Shew vs thy louing kindnes O God: and graunt vs thy saluation
[8] I wyll hearken what God the Lord saith: for he speaketh peace vnto his people & to his saintes, that they turne not agayne to folly
[9] For truely his saluation is nye them that feare him: insomuch that glory dwelleth in our earth
[10] Mercy and trueth are met together: righteousnes and peace haue kissed [eche other.
[11] Trueth shall bud out of the earth: and ryghteousnes shall looke downe from heauen
[12] Yea, God shall geue all that is good: and our earth shall geue her encrease
[13] [Euery man] shall cause righteousnes to go before him: and he shall direct his steppes in the way
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