May peace within thy sacred walls
A constant guest be found!
With plenty and prosperity
Be thou for ever crown'd.

SECOND VERSION.

Delight in Public Worship.

1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say,

2

"In Zion let us all appear,
"And keep the solemn day."

I love her gates; I love the road:
The church, adorn'd with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God
To shew his milder face.

3 Up to her courts with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice

Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants bless'd!

PSALM CXXII.

THIRD VERSION.

P. M.

Delight in Public Worship.

1 HOW pleas'd and bless'd was I
To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us seek our God to-day!"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.

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

And walls of strength embrace thee round! In thee our tribes

appear,

To pray and praise, and hear
The sacred Gospel's joyful sound.

3 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of ev'ry guest!
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,

A thousand blessings on him rest!

PSALM CXXIII.

C. M.

Pleading with Submission.

10 THOU whose grace and justice reign Enthron'd above the skies,

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

2 As servants watch their master's hand
And fear the angry stroke;
Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look :

3 So for our sins we justly feel
Thy discipline, Ŏ God;

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

4 Our foes insult us; but our hope
In thy compassion lies:

This thought shall bear our spirits up,
That God will not despise.

PSALM CXXIV.

FIRST VERSION.

To the Old Tune.

P. M.

A Psalm of Gratitude for any Public Deliverance.

1 NOW Israel

May say, and that truly,

Te is brought to thrall.

XE DELL Stream S

list proat and caring noise Bad was le

Ceren i as n the deep: Prais'd be God

Which doth as safely keep From bloody teeth

And their most cruel voice, Which as a prey

To eat us would rejoice.

4 E'en as a bird

From fowler's gin or pen
Escapes away,

Right so it fares with us;
Broke are the nets,

And we escaped thus:
God that made heav'n

And earth is our help then,

His name hath sav'd

Us from these wicked men.

PSALM CXXIV.

SECOND VERSION.

C. M.

A Psalm of Gratitude for any Public Deliverance.
1 HAD not the Lord (may Isr'el say)
Been pleas'd to interpose;
Had he not then espous'd our cause,
When men against us rose;

2 Their wrath had swallow'd us alive,
And rag'd without control;
Their spite and pride's united floods
Had quite o'erwhelm'd our soul.

3 But prais'd be our eternal Lord,
Who rescu'd us that day,

Nor to their savage jaws gave up
Our threaten'd lives a prey.