u 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, PSALM 125. C. M. Mear. [*] The Saint's Trial and Safety. 1 [UNSH NSHAKEN as the sacred hill, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, 2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love, e 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge, e Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod. p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on, To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone. --5 But, if we trace those crooked ways, That the old serpent drew; e The wrath, that drove him first to hell, Shall smite his followers too.] 0 1 F S. M. Watchman. [*] The Saint's Trial and Safety. 2 As mountains stood to guard So God and his almighty love e 3 Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those, -5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; o The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. e 6 But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, PSALM 126. L. M. Green's. [*] 1[WHEN God restor❜d our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace, beyond our hope so great, While we, with pleasure, shout thy praise- C. M. Sunday. Swanwick. [*] WHEN A remarkable Display of Divine Grace. u My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, -2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; o My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. d 3 'Great is the work!' my neighbours cry'd, And own'd thy power divine; 'Great is the work!' my heart reply'd, And be the glory thine.' o 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise -5 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait They shall confess their sheaves are great, 6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, o The precious grain can ne'er be lost, PSALM 127. L. M. Portugal. [*] F God succeed not, all the cost, And pains, to build the house, are lost; The watchful guards as well may sleep. 1 God all in all. F God to build the house deny, An useless watch maintain. 2 Before the morning beams arise, And, till the stars ascend the skies, 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare, Nor all the earthly joys he sends, PSALM 128. C. M. Devizes. [*] 10 HAPPY man, whose soul is fill'd 2 A careful providence will stand, 3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; 4 The Lord will thy best hopes fulfil, PSALM 129. C. M. Mear. [*] Persecutors Punished. UP from my youth, may Israel say, Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, 2 Up from my youth, I bore the rage Oft they assail'd my riper age, 3 Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh, 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, Measur'd the mischiefs they had done, 5 How was their insolence surpris'd With horrour to the soul. 6 Thus shall the men, who hate the saints, Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, 7 [What though they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath : Their growth shall perish in despair, 8 So corn that on the house-top stands, The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, 9 It springs and withers on the place: A word of blessing on the grass, PSALM 130. C. M. Abridge. Sunday. [*] e 1 OUT Pardoning Grace. UT of the deeps of long distress, I sent my cries to seek thy grace,- a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. -3 But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood. To draw us near to thee. |