u 4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's cursed snare;
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword,
And made our lives and souls his care.
g 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form'd the earth, and built the skies;
He, who upholds that wondrous frame,
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

PSALM 125. C. M. Mear. [*]

The Saint's Trial and Safety.

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NSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains be ;-

Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,
That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love,
That ev'ry saint surround.

e 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge,
To drive them near to God;

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.]

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S. M. Watchman. [*]

The Saint's Trial and Safety.
IRM and unmov'd are they,
Who rest their souls on God;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground;

So God and his almighty love
Embrace his saints around.
What though the Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke ;

e 3

Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep,
Its fury shall be broke.

p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those,
Whose faith and pious fear-
Whose hope, and love, and ev'ry grace,
Proclaim their hearts sincere.

-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,
a We must expect our portion there,
Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126. L. M. Green's. [*]
Surprising Deliverance.

1[WHEN God restor❜d our captive state,

Joy was our song, and grace our theme;

The grace, beyond our hope so great,
That joy appear'd a painted dream.
2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy name;

While we, with pleasure, shout thy praise-
With cheerful notes, thy love proclaim.
3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so:
With God we left our flowing tears;
He makes our joys like rivers flow.
4 The man, that, in his furrow'd field,
His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield
A welcome load of joyful sheaves.]

C. M. Sunday. Swanwick. [*]

WHEN

A remarkable Display of Divine Grace.
HEN God reveal'd his gracious name,
And chang'd my mournful state,

u My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great.

-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,
Can give us day for night;

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

-5 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait
Till the fair harvest come;

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

6 Though seed lie buried long in dust,
It sha'n't deceive their hope;

o The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace ensures the crop.

PSALM 127. L. M. Portugal. [*]
Success and Happiness from God.

F God succeed not, all the cost,

And pains, to build the house, are lost;
If God the city will not keep,

The watchful guards as well may sleep.
2 What if you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done;
Careful and sparing eat your bread,
To shun that poverty you dread ;-
3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest:
He can make rich, yet give us rest;
Children and friends are blessings too,
If God our sovereign make them sc
0 4 Happy the man, to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends:
How sweet our daily comforts prove,
When they are season'd with his love!
C. M. Plymouth. [*]

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God all in all.

F God to build the house deny,
The builders work in vain;
And towns, without his wakeful eye,

An useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning beams arise,
Your painful work renew;

And, till the stars ascend the skies,
Your tiresome toil pursue:

3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare,
In vain, till God has blest:
But if his smiles attend your care,
You shall have food and rest.
4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Will real blessings prove,

Nor all the earthly joys he sends,
If sent without his love.]

PSALM 128. C. M. Devizes. [*]
Family Blessings.

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HAPPY man, whose soul is fill'd
With zeal and rev'rend awe!
His lips to God their honours yield,
His life adorns the law.

2 A careful providence will stand,
And ever guard thy head;
Will on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly blessings shed.

3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine;
Thy children round thy board,
Each like a plant of honour shine,
And learn to fear the Lord.

4 The Lord will thy best hopes fulfil,
For months and years to come;
The Lord, who dwells on Zion's hill,
Will send the blessings home.
5 This is the man, whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase;
Shall see the sinking church arise,
Then leave the world in peace.

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,
As tedious as the years.

2 Up from my youth, I bore the rage
Of all the sons of strife;

Oft they assail'd my riper age,
But not destroy'd my life

3 Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh,
With furrows long and deep;
Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh;
Nor let my sorrows sleep,

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And, with impartial eye,

Measur'd the mischiefs they had done,
And let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surpris'd
To hear his thunders roll!
And all the foes of Zion seiz'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,
And all their projects die.

7 [What though they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath :

Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despis'd in death.

8 So corn that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives;

The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.

9 It springs and withers on the place:
No traveller bestows

A word of blessing on the grass,
Nor minds it as he goes.]

PSALM 130. C. M. Abridge. Sunday. [*]

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Pardoning Grace.

UT of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,

I sent my cries to seek thy grace,-
My groans to move thine ear.

a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,

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.