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And, till the stars ascend the skies,

Your tiresome toil pursue. 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare,

In vain, till God has blest;
But if his smiles attend your care,

You shall have food and rest.
4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,

Shall real blessings prove, Nor all the earthly joys he sends, If sent without his love.] PSALM 128. C. M. Devizes. [*]

Family Blessings. in HAPPY man, whose soul is fill'd

With zeal and rey'rend awe! His lips to God their honours yield,

His life adorns the law. 2 A careful providence shall stand,

And ever guard thy head; Shall on the labours of thy hand

Its kindly blessings shed. 3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine ;

Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine,

And learn to fear the Lord.
4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil,

For months and years to come ;
The Lord, who dwell's on Zion's hill,

Shall send the blessings home.
5 This is the man, whose happy eyes

Shall see his house increase.; Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace. PSALM 129. C. M. Mear. [*]

Persecutors Punished. 1 TTP from my youth, may Israel say,

U Have I been nurs'd in tears ; My griefs were constant as the day,

And tedious as the years.
2 Up from my youth, I bore the rage

Of all the sons of strife ;
Oft they assail'd my riper age,

But not destroy'd my life.

3 Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh,

With furrows long and deep;
Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh ;

Nor let my sorrows sleep.
4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,

And with impartial eye,
Measur'd the mischiefs they had done,

And let his arrows fly.
5 How was their insolence surpris'd

To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd,

With horrour to the soul.
6 Thus shall the men, who hate the saints,

Be blasted from the sky;
Their glory fades, their courage faints,

And all their projects die.
ng What though they flourish tall and fair,

They have no root beneath ;
Their growth shall perish in despair,

And lie despis'd in death.
8 So corn that on the house-top stands,

No hope of harvest gives;
The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,

Nor binder fold the sheaves.
9 It springs and withers on the place.

No traveller bestows
A word of blessings on the grass,

Nor minds it as he goes.]
PSALM 130. C. M. Abridge. Sunday. [*]

Pardoning Grace.
61 NUT of the deeps of long distress,

The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,

My groans to move thine ear.
a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye,

And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge, iniquity,

No mortal flesh could stand.
-3 But there are pardons with my God,

For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,

To draw us near to thee.

4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord,

With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word,

Stands watching at thy gate.]
e 5 (Just as the guards that keep the night

Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,

And meet them with their eyes ;6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,

And more intent than they, Meet the first op’nings of thy face,

And finds a brighter day.)
o 9 Then in the Lord let Israel trust,

Let Israel seek his face ;
The Lord is good as well as just,

And plenteous is his grace
o 8 There's full redemption at his throne,

For sinners long enslav'd ;
The great Redeemer is his son ;
And Israel shall be sav'd.
L. M. Bath. Armley. [*]

Pardoning Grace. a 1 DROM deep distress, and troubled thoughts,

T To thee, my God, I raise my cries :
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
-2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there;
That sinners may approach thy face,

And hope and love, as well as fear. e 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,

And long and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;

When will my God his face display? 0 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word,

Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,

And find relief from all their pain.
g 5 Great is his love, and large his grace,

Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.

PSALM 131. C. M. York. [b]

Humility and Submission. e1 TS there ambition in my heart?

1 Search, gracious God, and see ; Or do I act a haughty part?

Lord, I appeal to thee.
a 2 I charge my tho'ts, be humble still,

And all my carriage mild ;
Content, my Father, with thy will,

And quiet as a child.
--3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,

Shall have a large reward ;
Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd,
And trust a faithful Lord.

PSALM 132. L. M. Leeds. [*]

Ver. 5, 13—18.—The House of God.
W HERE shall-wę go, to seek and find

An habitation for our God?
A dwelling for th' eternal Mind,

Among the sons of flesh and blood ?
0 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest;
And Zion is his dwelling still,
His church is with his presence blest.
3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,

And reign for ever, saith the Lord; o Here shall my pow'r and love be known,

And blessings shall attend my word. e 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor,

And fill their souls with living bread: Sniners who wait before my door, With sweet provision shall be fed. -5 Girded with truth, and cloth'd with grace, My priests, my ministers shall shine : Not Aaron in his costly dress,

Made an appearance so divine. o 6 The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joys, shall shout and sings
The Son of David here shall reign,
And Zion triumph in her King.

7 Jesus shall see a num'rous seed,
Born here t' uphold his glorious name;
His crown shall flourish on his head,
While all his foes are cloth'd with shame.]

C. M. Christmas. Swanwick. [*]
V. 4, 5, 7, 8, 15–17.--God's Presence the Glory of

His House.
1[NTO sleep nor slumber to his eyes

TV Good David would afford,
Till he had found below the skies,

A dwelling for the Lord.
2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name,

His ark was settled there :
To Zion the whole nation came,

To worship thrice a year.
3 But we have no such lengths to go,

Nor wander far abroad;
Where'er thy saints assemble now,
There is a house for God.]

PAUSE.
04 Arise, O King of grace, arise,

And enter to thy rest; e Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,

Thus to be own'd and bless'd.
e 5 Enter, with all thy glorious train,

Thy Spirit and thy word ;
All that the ark did once contain,

Could no such grace afford.
-6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows;

Here let thy praise be spread :
Bless the provisions of thy house,

And fill thy poor with bread. og Here let the Son of David reign,

Let God's Anointed shine ;
Justice and truth his court maintain,

With love and pow'r divine.
g 8 Here let him hold a lasting throne ;

And, as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,

And shame confound his foes.

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