God is

my foul's eternal rock, The strength of ev'ry faint.

5 Behold the finners that remove Far from thy presence die : Not all the idle-gods they love,

Can fave them when they cry.

6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my fweet employ;

My tongue shall found thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

CLXXXVI. The Pleasures of public Worship. Pfalm lxxxiv. (First Part.)

I

3

TOW pleasant, how divinely fair,

HOW

O Lord of hofts, thy dwellings are!
With long defire my spirit faints,
To meet th' affemblies of thy faints.

My flesh would reft in thy abode,
My panting heart cries out for God,
My God, my king, why should I be,
So far from all my joys, and thee?

3 The sparrow chufes where to reft;
And for her young, provides her neft;
But will my God to sparrows grant,
The pleasures which his children want.

4

Bleft

4 bleft are the fouls who fit on high,
Around thy throne of majefty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praife and love.

Bleft are fouls that find a place,
Within the temple of thy grace,

There they behold thy gentler rays,
And feek thy face, and learn thy praife.

6 Bleft are the men whofe hearts are fet
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and thro' the road,
They lean upon their helper, God.

7 Chearful they walk with growing ftrength,
'Till all fhall meet in heav'n at length;
'Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there..

CLXXXVII. God and his Church:Or, Grace and Glory. Pfalm. lxxxiv. (Second Part.)

I

G

REAT God, attend, while Ziox fings
The joy that from thy prefence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy houfe, O God of grace,

Not

Not tents of cafe, or thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.

3 God is our fun, he makes our day:
God is our fhield, he guards our way,
From all th' affaults of hell and fin
From foes without, and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too!
He gives us all things, and witholds
No real good from upright fouls,

5 O God, our king, whose fov'reign sway,
The glorious hofts of heav'n obey;
And devils at thy prefence flee ;
Bleft is the man that trufts in thee.

CLXXXVIII.

nances.

Delight, in OrdiPfal. lxxxiv.

Y foul, how lovely is the place

'MY To which thy God reforts!

"Tis heav'n to fee his fmiling face,
Tho' in his earthly courts.

2 There the great monarch of the skies
His faving pow'r difplays:
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quick'ning rays.

3 With his rich gifts, the heav'nly Dove,
Defcends and fills the place;

Where

Where Chrift reveals his wondrous love,
And fheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The fecrets of thy will :

And still we seek thy mercy there,
And fing thy praises ftill.

6 Lord, while my Saviour is within,
I at thy door would wait,
Rather than dwell in tents of fin,

Or fill a throne of state.

7 Could I command the fpacious land,
Or the more boundless fea,

For one bleft hour at thy right hand,
I'd give them both away.

CLXXXIX.

Praise to God.

I

8, 13.

A

A general Song of
Pfalm. lxxxv.

MONG the princes, earthly Gods,
There's none hath pow'r divine;

Nor is their nature, mighty Lord,
Nor are their works like thine.

2 The nations thou hast made shall bring
Their off'rings round thy throne:
For thou alone doft wondrous things;
For thou art God alone.

3 Lord I would walk with holy feet;
Teach me thy heav'nly ways;
And my poor scatter'd thoughts unite
In God, my father's praife.

4

Great is thy mercy, and my tongue
Shall those sweet wonders tell,

How by thy grace my finking foul
Rofe from the gates of hell,

CXC. Man frail, and God eternal. Pfalm xc. 1, 5.

OUR
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ages.past,

UR God, our help in ages, paft, Our hope for years to come; Our shelter from the ftormy blast,

And our eternal home.

2 Under the fhadow of thy throne,
Thy faints have dwelt fecure ;
Sufficient is thy arm alone,
And our defence is fure.