And all the foes of Zion feiz'd
With horror to the foul !

6 Thus fhall the men that hate the faints,
Be blafted from the sky;

Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.

7 [What though they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath;
Their growth fhall perish in despair,
And lie defpis'd in death.]

8 [So corn, that on the houfe-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives;
The reaper ne'er fhall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the fheaves.

9 lt fprings and withers on the place :
No traveller beftows

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Nor minds it as he goes.]

PSALM CXXX. Common Metre.

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Pardoning grace.

UT of the deeps of long diftrefs,
The borders of despair,

I fent my cries to feek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.

2 Great God! fhould thy feverer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,

No mortal flesh could ftand.

3 But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;

Thy Son hath bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

4 [I wait for thy falvation, Lord,
With ftrong defires I wait;:
My foul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.]

5 [Juft as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning fkies,

Watch the firft beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes:

6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]

7 Then in the Lord let Ifrael truft,
Let Ifrael feek his face;

The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous in his grace.

8 There's full redemption at his throne
For finners long enflav'd;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Ifrael fhall be fav'd.

PSALM CXXX. Long Metre.
Pardoning grace.

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ROM deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries! If thou feverely mark our faults, No fleth can ftand before thine eyes. 2 But thou haft built thy throne of Free to difpenfe thy pardons there, That finners may approach thy face, And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish, for breaking day,

So waits my foul before thy gate; When will my God his face difplay? 4 My truft is fix'd upon thy word, Nor fhall I truft thy word in vain ; Let mourning fouls addrefs the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son : He turns our feet from finful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. PSALM CXXXI. Common Metre. Humility and fubmiffion.

S there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and fee;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild,

Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

3 The patient foul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let faints in forrow lie refign'd,
And truft a faithful Lord.

PSALM CXXXII. 5, 13-18. Long Metre.
At the fettlement of a church; or, the ordination

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HERE fhall we go to feek and find
An habitation for our God,

A dwelling for th' eternal mind,
Amongst the fons of flesh and blood?

2 The God of Jacob chofe the hill Of Zion, for his ancient, .reft ; And Zion is his dwelling ftill, His church is with his prefence bleft. 3 "Here will I fix my gracious throne, "And reign forever," faith the Lord; "Here fhall my pow'r and love be known, "And bleflings fhall attend my word. 4 "Here will I meet the hungry poor, "And fill their fouls with living bread: "Sinners, that wait before my door, "With sweet provifion fhall be fed. 5 "Girded with truth, and cloth'd with grace, "My priefts, my minifters fhall fhine; "Not Aaron, in his coftly drefs, "Made an appearance fo divine.

6"The faints, unable to contain "Their inward joys, fhall fhout and fing; "The Son of David here fhall reign, "And Zion triumph in her King. 7 ["Jefus fhall fee a num'rous feed

Born here, t' uphold his glorious name; "His crown fhall flourish on his head, "While all his foes are cloth'd with fhame."] Common Metre. Ver. 4, 5, 7, 8, 15-17. A church established.

PSALM CXXXII.

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TO fleep nor flumber to his eyes
Good David would afford,

Till he had found below the fkies

A dwelling for the Lord.

The Lord in Zion plac'd his name,

His ark was fettled there :

To Zion the whole nation came
To worship thrice a year.

3 But we have no fuch lengths to go,
Nor wander far abroad;
Where'er thy faints affemble now,
There is a house for God.]

PAUSE.

4 Arife, O King of Grace, arife, And enter to thy reft!

Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be own'd and bleft.

5 Enter, with all thy glorious train,
Thy fpirit and thy word;

All that the ark did once contain,
Could no fuch grace afford.

6 Here, mighty God! accept our vows,
Here let thy praise be spread;
Blefs the provifions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.
7 Here let the Son of David reign;
Let God's Anointed fhine;
Juftice and truth his court maintain,
With love and pow'r divine.

8 Here let him hold a lafting throne,
And, as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honours fhall adorn his crown,
And fhame confound his foes.

PSALM CXXXIII. Common Metrę.
Brotherly love.

LO, what an entertaining fight

Are brethren that agree !

Brethren, whofe cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety!