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Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return
Safe in the Lord! his heavenly care
Defends thy life from every snare.
7 On thee foul spirits have no power;
And in thy last departing hour,
Angels that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

PSALM 121.-C. M. [*]
Preservation by day and night.

10 heaven I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid;

The Lord that built the earth and skies
Is my perpetual aid

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep:

His ear attends the softest call;
His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers
With his almighty arm,

And watch our most unguarded hours
Against surprising harm.

Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord;

His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon
Shall have his leave to smite;

He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night.

6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come;

Go and return, secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.

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PSALM 121.-Hallelujah M. [*]
God our preserver

UPW

PWARD I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made: God is the tower His grace is nigh

To which I fly;

In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,

Nor fall in fatal snares,

Since God, my guard and guide,

Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes, Shall Israel keep,
Which never sleep, When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:

Thou art my sun,

To guard my head

And thou my shade, | By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word, To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord

To keep my mortal breath:

I'll go and come, Till from on high

Nor fear to die,

Thou call me home.

PSALM 122.-C. M. [*]
Going to church.

1 HOW

did my

H My friends devoutly say,

heart rejoice to hear

"In Zion let us all appear,

"And keep the solemn day!"

2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church adorn'd with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God,
To show 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 heavenly grace,
Be her attendants blest.

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Saviour reigns.

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PSALM 122.-S. P. M. [*]
Going to church.

OW pleas'd and blest 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 ou vows and honours pay.

Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorn'd with wondres grace,
And walls of strength emo.

thee round

3

In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
There David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne;

He sits for grace and judgment there;
He bids the saint be glad,

He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!
5 My tongue repeats her vows,
"Peace to this sacred house!"

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For here my friends and kindred dwell;
And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode,

My soul shall ever love thee well.

Repeat the 4th stanza, if necessary.

PSALM 123.-C. M. [*]
Pleading with submission.

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, O God;

Yet wait the gracious moment still,
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 insult us, but our hope
In thy compassion lies;
This thought shall bear our spirits up,
That God will not despise.

PSALM 124.-L. M. [*]

A song for public deliverance.

1 H Had not the Lord maintain'd our side,

AD not the Lord, may Israel say,

When men, to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide ;

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath,
So fercely did the waters roll,

We had been swallow'd deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul. 3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escap'd the fatal stroke; So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke. 4 Forever blessed be the Lord,

Who broke the fowler's cursed snare.
Who sav'd us from the murdering sword,
And made our lives and souls his care.

5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form'd the earth and built the skies;