PSALM CXVIII. 4th Part. Com. Met. Ver.24-26. Hosanna; the Lord's-day; or, Christ's refurrection and our falvation.

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the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours his own;
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!

Help us, O Lord; defcend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father's name,
To fave our finful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise; The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

PSALM CXVIII. 22-27. Short Metre.

An bosanna for the Lord's-day; or, a new song of

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fulvation by Chrift.

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a living stone

The builders did refuse;

Yet God hath built his church thereon,

In spite of envious Jews.

The Scribe and angry priest
Reject thine only Son:

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Yet on this Rock shall Zion rest,
As the chief corner stone.

The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wond'rous in our eyes;
This day declares it all divine,
This day did Jesus rife.

This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made;

Let us rejoice, and fing, and pray,

Let all the church be glad.

Hosanna to the King
Of David's royal blood;

Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring

Salvation from your God.

We bless thy holy word,

Which all this grace displays;
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our facrifice of praise.

PSALM CXVIII. 22-27. Long Metre.

An bosanna for the Lord's-day; or, a new song

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of falvation by Christ.

O! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewith builders did refufe ; But God hath built his church thereon, In fpite of envy, and the Jews. 2 Great God! the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes; This is the day that proves it thine, The day that faw our Saviour rife. 3 Sinners rejoice, and faints be glad : Hofanna, let his name be blest; A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory rest!

4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race;

Let the whole church address their King
With hearts of joy, and songs of praife.

PSALM CXIX.

I have collected and disposed the most useful ver fes of this Pfalm under eighteen different heads, and formed a Divine Song on each of them. But the verses are much transpofed to attain some degree of connection.

In fome places, among the words law, commands, judgments, teftimonies, I have used gospel, word, grace, truth, promifes, &c. as more agreeable to the New Testament, and the common language of Cbrif tians, and it equally answers the design of the Pfalmift, which was to recommend the Haly Scriptures.

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PSALM CXIX. 1st Part. Com. Metre. The bleffedness of faints, and misery of finners.

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Ver. 1, 2, 3.

LEST are th' undefil'd in heart,
Whose ways are right and clean;

Who never from thy law depart,
But fly from ev'ry fin.

2 Bleft are the men that keep thy word,
And practise thy commands;
With their whole heart they seek the Lord,
And ferve thee with their hands.

Ver. 165.

3 Great is their peace who love thy law; How firm their fouls abide !

Nor can a bold temptation draw

Their steady feet afide.

Ver. 6.

4 Then shall my heart have inward joy. And keep my face from shame,

When all thy statutes I obey,

And honour all thy name.

Ver. 21, 118.

5 But haughty finners God will hate,

The proud shall die accurst ; The fons of falfhood and deceit

Are trodden to the dust.

Ver. 119, 155.

6 Vile as the dross the wicked are;
And those that leave thy ways

Shall fee falvation from afar,
But never taste thy grace.

PSALM CXIX. 2d Part. Com. Metre. Secret devotion and spiritual-mindedness; or, conflant converse with God.

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Ver. 147, 55.

To thee, before the dawning light,

My gracious God, I pray;

I meditate thy name by night,
And keep thy law by day.

Ver. 81.

2 My spirit faints to fee thy grace;
Thy promife bears me up;
And while falvation long delays,
Thy word fupports my hope.
Ver. 164.

3 Seven times a day I lift my hands,
And pay my thanks to thee;
Thy righteous Providence demands

Repeated praife from me.

Ver. 62.

4 When midnight darkness veils the skies,

I call thy works to mind;
My thoughts in warm devotion rife,

And fweet acceptance find.

PSALM CXIX. 3d Part. Com. Metre,

Profeffions of fincerity, repentance and obedience,

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Ver. 57, 60.

HOU art my portion, O my God;
Soon as I know thy way,

My heart makes haste t' obey thy word,
And fuffers no delay.

Ver. 30, 14.

2 I choose the path of heav'nly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.

3 The teftimonies of thy grace
I fet before mine eyes:
Thence I derive my daily Arength,
And there my comfort lies.

Ver. 59.

4 If once I wander from thy path,
I think upon my ways;
Then turn my feet to thy commands
And trust thy pard'ning grace.

Ver. 94, 114.

5 Now I am thine, forever thine,
O fave thy fervant, Lord!
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place,
My hope is in thy word.

Ver. 112.

6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine

Thy statutes to fulfil:

And thus till mortal life shall end
Would I perform thy will.