And, till the flars afcend the kies,
Your tirefome toi pursue.
3 Short be your deep, and coarse your fare,
In vain, till God has bleft;
But if his fmiles attend your care,
You fhall have food and reft.
4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Shall real bleffings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he fends,
If fent without his love.
PSALM CXXVIII. Common Metre. [*] Family bleffings.
HAPPY man, whole foul is fill'd
With reverend awe! His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law.
2 A careful Providence hall stand,
And ever guard thy head,
Shall on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly bleffings fhed.
3 Thy wife fhall be
fruitful vine; Thy children round thy board, Each like plant of honour fhine, And learn to fear the Lord.
4 The Lord fhall thy beft hopes fulfil
For months and years to come;
The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill
Shall fend thee bleffings home.
5 This is the man whofe happy eyes
Shall fee his house increase,
Shall fee the finking church arife,
Then leave the world in peace.
PSALM CXXIX. Common Metre. [b] Perfecutors punished.
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UP from my youth, may Ifrael fay,
Have I been nurs'd in tears;
My griefs were conftant as the day,
And tedious as the years.
2 Up from my youth I bore the rage
Of all the fons of ftrife;
Oft they affail'd my riper age,
But not deftroy'd my life.
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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 trong 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 first 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 firft openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]
7 Then in the Lord let Ifrael truft,
Let Ifrael feek his face;
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The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is 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.
FROM
ROM deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts,
To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries!
If thou feverely mark our faults,
No flefh could ftand before thine eyes.
2 But thou haft built thy throne of grace,
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 with 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.
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 trong 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 first 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 openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]
7 Then in the Lord let Ifrael truft, Let Ifrael feek his face;
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The Lord is good as well as juft,
And plenteous is 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.
FROM deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts,
To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries!
If thou feverely mark our faults,
No flefh could ftand before thine eyes.
2 But thou haft built thy throne of grace,
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 with 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.
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