CXXII.
1
I joy'd when to the hous of God
We'l go, to me they said.
2
Jerusalem, within thy gates,
Our feet thy courts shal tread.
3
Thow built art, O Jerusalem,
As comlie citties be,
Whose pairts, compactlie all contriv'd,
Togither do aggree.
4
Thither the Tribs, Jehouah's tribs,
To prayse his name repair.
To Israel's glory they go vp,
The testimonie there.
5
For throns for judgement there, the throns
Of David's House are sett.
6
Pray for her peace: Jerusalem,
Much good thy lovers gett.
7
Tranquilitie and wealfare haue
They. Peace be in thy fort;
Prosperitie thy palices
May fill above report.
8
O peace be in thee, for my mates'
And brethrens' sake I'le say;
9
And, for the House of God our Lord,
Thy good I'le wish alway.
