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4 He hears our praifes and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the finners from the faints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this facred place,
And joy a constant guest:
With holy gifts, and heavenly grace,

Be her attendants bleft.

6 My foul fhall pray for Zion ftill,
While life or breath remains;

There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Saviour reigns.


PSALM CXXII. Particular Metre. [*] Going to church.


OW pleas'd and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us feek our God to-day;"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We hafte to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorn'd with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round,
In the our tribes appear,
To pray, and praife, and hear
The facred gofpel's joyful found.


There David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne;
He fits for grace and judgment there;
He bids the faint be glad,
He makes the finner fad,

And humble fouls rejoice with fear.

4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To blefs the foul of every gueft;
The man that feeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increafe,
A thousand bleflings on him reft!


My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this facred house!" For here my friends and kindred dwell;

And fince my glorious God
Makes thee his bleft abode,
My foul fhall ever love thee well.
Repeat the 4th fianza, if necessary.


Common Metre. [*]
Pleading with fubmiffion.

1 THOU, whofe grace and juftice reign

To thee our hearts would tell their pain,
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As fervants watch their master's hand,
And fear the angry ftroke ;

Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look :

3 So for our fins we juftly feel
Thy difcipline, O God;

Yet wait the gracious moment ftill,
Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those who in wealth and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride,
And thy delays of mercy give
Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes infult us, but our hope In thy compaffion lies


This thought fhall bear our fpirits up,
That God will not defpife.


A fong for public deliverance. 1 AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay,

Long Metre. [*]


When men, to make our lives a prey,
Rofe like the fwelling of the tide;

2 The fwelling tide had ftopt our breath,
So fiercely did the waters roll,

We had been fwallow'd deep in death;
Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our foul,
3 We leap for joy, we fhout and fing,
Who juft efcap'd the fatal ftroke;
So flies the bird with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's fnare is broke.

4 Forever bleffed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's curfed fnare,
Who fav'd us from the murdering fword,
And made our lives and fouls his care.


Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who form'd the earth and built the fkies;
He, that upholds that wondrous frame,
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

PSALM CXXV.. Common Metre. [*] The faint's trial and fafety.

1 UNSHAKEN as the facred hill,

And firm as mountains

Firm as a rock the foul fhall reft,
That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground,

As thofe eternal arms of love
That every faint furrround.

3 While tyrants are a fmarting fcourge,
To drive them near to God,
Divine compaffion does allay
The fury of the rod.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with fouls fincere,
And lead them fafely on

To the bright gates of paradife,
Where Chrift their Lord is gone.

5 But if we trace thofe crooked ways
That the old ferpent drew,

The wrath that drove him first to hell
Shall fmite his followers too.

PSALM CXXV. Short Metre. [*]

The faints' trial and fafety; or, moderated afflictions. IRM and unmov'd are they



That reft their fouls on God;


Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains flood to guard
The city's facred ground,
So God, and his almighty love,
Embrace his faints around.

What though the Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke,

4 Deal gently, Lord, with thofe
Whofe faith and pious fear,
Whofe hope and love, and every grace
Proclaim their hearts fincere.

Yet, left it wound their fouls too deep,
Its fury fhall be broke.

5 Nor fhall the tyrant's rage
Too long opprefs the faint;
The God of Ifrael will fupport
His children, left they faint.
But if our flavish fear



Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there, Where bolder finners dwell.

PSALM CXXVI. Long Metre. [*]
Surprising deliverance.


HEN God reftor'd our captive ftate, Joy was our fong, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes fo great, That joy appear'd a painted dream. The fcoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure fhout thy praife, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review'd our difmal fears,

'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing_tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field

His fcatter'd feed with fadness leaves,
Will fhout to fee the harveft yield
A welcome load of joyful fheaves.


PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre. The joy of a remarkable converfion; or, melancholy removed.

1 WHEN God reveal'd his gracious name,

And my

My rapture feem'd a pleafing dream,
The grace appear'd fo great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confefs;

My tongue broke out in unknown ftrains,
And fung furprising grace.


"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."

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of facred forrow rife
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that fow in fadnefs wait Till the fair harvest come,

They fhall confefs their fheaves are great,
And fhout the bleffings home.

6 Though feed lie bury'd long in duft,
It fha'nt deceive their hope!
The precious grain can ne'er be loft,
For grace infures the crop.

PSALM CXXVII. Long Metre. [b] The bleffing of God on the business and comforts of life. 1 F God fucceed not, all the coft

are loft;

If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may fleep.
2 What if you rife before the fun,

And work and toil when day is done,
Careful and fparing eat your bread,
To fhun that poverty you dread;
3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath bleft;
He can make rich, yet give us reft;
Children and friends are bleffings too,
If God our fovereign make them fo.
4 Happy the man to whom he fends

Obedient children, faithful friends!
How fweet our daily comforts prove,
When they are feafon'd with his love!

PSALM CXXVII. Common Metre. [b]

God all in all.


house deny,

The builders work in vain;
And towns, without his wakeful eye,
An ufelefs watch maintain.

2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew,

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