u 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, g 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who form'd the earth, and built the skies PSALM 125. C. M. Mear. [*] 1 UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains be ; Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, 2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love, e 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge, e Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on, To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone. -5 But, if we trace those crooked ways, That the old serpent drew; e The wrath, that drove him first to hell, Shall smite his followers too.] FIR S. M. Watchman. [*] -2 As mountains stood to guard So God and his almighty love € 3 What though the Father's rod Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those, -5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage e 6 Will choose the road to hell, a We must expect our portion there, Where bolder sinners dwell. 1 PSALM 126. L. M. Green's. [*] THEN God restor'd our captive state, W Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace, beyond our hope so great, While we, with pleasure, shout thy praise- 1 C. M. Sunday. Swanwick. [*] WH And chang'd my mournful state, u My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. -2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; o My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace d 3'Great is the work!' my neighbours cry'd, And own'd thy power divine; "Great is the work!' my heart reply'd, 'And be the glory thine.' o 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise -5 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait They shall confess their sheaves are great, -6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, • The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace ensures the crop. 1 PSALM 127. L. M. Portugal. [*] IF And pains, to build the house, are lost; If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may sleep. 1 God all in all. F God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain; And towns, without his wakeful eye, An useless watch maintain. 2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew; And, till the stars ascend the skies, 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare, 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, PSALM 128. C. M. Devizes. [*] 10 HAPPY man, whose soul is fill'd With zeal and rev'rend awe! His lips to God their honours yield, 2 A careful providence will stand, 3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; 4 The Lord will thy best hopes fulfil, 1 PSALM 129. C. M. Mear. [*] UP from my youth, may Israel say, Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, 2 Up from my youth, I bore the rage Oft they assail'd my riper age, 3 Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh, 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, Measur'd the mischiefs they had done, 5 How was their insolence surpris'd With horrour to the soul. 6 Thus shall the men, who hate the saints, 7 [What though they flourish tall and fair, Their growth shall perish in despair, 8 So corn that on the house-top stands, 9 It springs and withers on the place : A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.] PSALM 130. C. M. Abridge. Sunday. [*] Fardoning Grace. e10 The borders of despair, UT of the deps of long distress, I sent my cries to seek thy grace,- a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. -3 But there are pardons with my God, Thy Son has bought them with his blood, |