Chriff's children are his heritage,
Whom he himself creates :
And for her fons, in ev'ry age,
The church his feafon waits.

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XCEPT Jehovah build the house,
The builders build in vain!

Except Jehovah watch for us,

The watch-men lofe their pain: 2 'Tis vain for you to rife betimes, Or late from reft to keep,

To feed on tears, and fears, and crimes:
God gives his children fleep.

3 Lo, children are the heritage
Of Jefus Chrift the Lord;

The womb's fruit is his dearest pledge,
Begotten by his word:

4 As arrows in fome hero's hand, ?-
So are the fons of youth,
Before the Lord, a joyful band **
The fons of grace and truth:

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O bleffed be the Holy One

Whofe quiver's fill'd with those !
EMMANUEL, God conjoin'd with man,
By them confounds his foes:
They, unafhamed in the gate,

Their en'mies fhall fubdue;
For God, the mighty Lord and great,
Their vigour fhall renew:

Behold in this a myft'ry deep,
Unplumb'd by human line;

But thofe within the veil that peep
Shall fee it all divine:

For he who buildeth all is God;
His people are his houfe,,
Wherein he maketh his abode;
His church his wedded fpoufe:
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'Tis

'Tis Chrift himfelf who calls his fons,

And builds his houfe alone,
Of fair and polish'd living ftones,
Th' Eternal Rock upon:
The Lord Almighty is our Rock;
The Lord alone be prais'd;

The pow'rs of hell fhall never fhock
The Church that Christ hath rais'd.

SEE the laft Pfalm, general preface, and mar

gin.

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The glory of our Father's houfe,
With which the world fhall ring,
The Lord Redeemer, and his Spouse,
The Spirit bids us fing

1 HOW blefs'd is he that loves the Lord,
That walketh in his ways!

2 Thy labour fhall thee meat afford, And pleasure all thy days:

3 O bleffed ever fhalt thou be!
Thy wife a fruitful vine,

By thy houfe fides thine eyes fhall fee
Her blooming branches twine:

Like olive plants thy children, too,
With glory all divine,

For ever blooming in thy view,
Around thy table fhine:

4 Behold, thus bleffed fhall he be
Who keeps Jehovah's law:
But who of Adam's fons is he
Whofe love's without a flaw?
Behold, the fecond Adam fee!
In pure perfection fhine!

Each

Each faint of God's an olive-tree,

His church a fruitful vine.

5 The Lord fhall blefs thee, SON OF GOD, From Zion evermore;

Thine eyes fhall fee Jerus'lem's good,
For ever thee before:

6 Yea, thou, fhalt fee an endless train
Of children's children rife,

Who fhall with God their Father reigny
And thee, above the kies:
Peace, peace on Ifra'l thou thalt fee,
And thou fhalt be their peace :
Eternal praife, O Chrift, to thee,
For all this truth and grace.

PSALM CXXIX.

• CHRIST alfo fuffered for us, leaving us an example that we should follow his steps. Pet. ii. 20, 21.

The Lord for us a pattern left,
The Shepherd for his flock:
Of ev'ry human prop bereft,
He leand on God his Rick.

MUCH

UCH from my youth, may Ifra'i fay,
Have they afflicted me;

2 Much from my youth, and all my day,
May Ifra'l fing to thee;

For thou, O Lord, haft ftill prevail'd,

And prov'd thyself her God;

To fave her, when fhe mourn'd and wail'd
Beneath th' afflicting rod.

3. The plowers plow upon my back,

And long their furrows draw;
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On me fierce fcourges leave their track,
Because I keep thy law.

4 But thou, O Lord, fhalt righteously
Lift thy avenging fword;
And make their yoke in pieces fly,
With bondage of their cord.

5 Let Zion's haters all be fham'd,
Confounded and undone;

Because the cruel task they claim'd
To wound th' afflicted One:

6 Let them be as the straggling grafs
Upon the high house-top,
Which, wither'd, all away fhall país,
And ne'er become a crop :

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'The mower fhall not fill his hand,
But think he grafps the air;

Who binds the heaves fhall empty ftand,

Nor fill his bofom there:

8 Nor fhall the trav'llers by the way,
When they behold them, ery,

• God's bleffing reft on you, we pray,
• God bless you from on high.'
But Zion fball rejoice, and fing
This fong in future days,
Meffiah did by fuff'ring bring
To us this joy and praife.

PSALM CXXX.

NEVER Pfalm has been more grofsly and groundlessly abufed than this: It is the famous De profundis of the Papifts; it has also been laid by the notable and, in many refpects, great Dr. Owen as the grand foundation-work of his deep myfterious fomething concerning faith and repent

ance,

ance, which he fuppofed to lie fomewhere hereabouts, which yet he could never perfectly define, nor clearly discover where it was really to be found: it has been offered by the modern Pharifees as a remarkable and eminent ground for minting at what they call believing, &c. But if Christians are allowed to be complete in Christ, with- · out the complement of monastic dreams, old wives tales, and the additional work of fond hypocritical fancies, which make void the word of God, the Pfalm of itself is as plain as the fufferings of CHRIST, and the following glory.

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LORD, from the deeps to thee I cry'd,
And mourned night and day;

Lord, in thy mercy I confide:

Lord, hear me now, I pray.

2 If thou, O Lord, fhould mark the fin
Of men to their account,

No fon of Adam e'er fhould win,
Lord, to thy holy mount:

3 For while for them thy fervant bleeds,
Thy billows o'er me roll;
My head is wrapped in the weeds
Deep waters fill my foul:

am amazed very fore,

And troubled unto death;
Within my heart I mourn and roar,
For anguish of thy wrath-

But, lo, my foul the storm has brav'd!
Apace my forrows flee;

The fnare is broke !-The Surety fav'd,
Shall fet the pris'ners free!

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