4 He hears our praifes and complaints; 5 Peace be within this facred place, Be her attendants bleft. 6 My foul fhall pray for Zion ftill, 1 2 3 PSALM CXXII. Particular Metre. [*] ́OW pleas'd and blest was I, "Come, let us feek our God to-day;" We hafte to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. Zion, thrice happy place, And walls of strength embrace thee round, Το pray, and praife, and hear The facred gofpel's joyful found. There David's greater Son He fits for grace and judgment there; He makes the finner fad, And humble fouls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, 5 A thousand bleffings on him reft! My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this facred house!" For here my friends and kindred dwell; And fince my glorious God My foul fhall ever love thee well. PSALM CXXIIL Common Metre. [*] Pleading with fubmiffion. 1 THOU, whole grace and justice reign To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 2 As fervants watch their master's hand, 3 So for our fins we juftly feel Yet wait the gracious moment ftill, 4 Those who in wealth and pleasure live, 5 Our foes infult us, but our hope 1 This thought fhall bear our fpirits up, PSALM CXXIV. HA Long Metre. [*] A fong for public deliverance. AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay, We had been fwallow'd deep in death; 4 Forever bleffed be the Lord, 5 1 Who broke the fowler's curfed fnare, Who form'd the earth and built the skies; PSALM CXXV.. Common Metre [*] UNSH NSHAKEN as the facred hill, Firm as a rock the foul fhall reft, 2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard fo well 4 Deal gently, Lord, with fouls fincere, To the bright gates of paradife, Where Chrift their Lord is gone. 5 But if we trace thofe crooked ways The wrath that drove him firft to hell PSALM CXXV. Short Metre. [*] The faints' trial and fafety; or, moderated afflictions. 1 IRM and unmov'd are they FIRM That reft their fouls on God; Firm as the mount where David dwelt, 2 As mountains flood to guard 3 The city's facred ground, So God, and his almighty love, What though the Father's rod Yet, left it wound their fouls too deep, 4 Deal gently, Lord, with thofe Whofe hope and love, and every grace 5 Nor fhall the tyrant's rage 6 But if our flavish fear 1 Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there, Where bolder finners dwell. PSALM CXXVI. Long Metre. [*] WHE WHEN God reflor'd our captive ftate, Joy was our fong, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes fo great, That joy appear'd a painted dream. 2 The fcoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure fhout thy praife, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review'd our difmal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish fo; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field His fcatter'd feed with fadnefs leaves, Will fhout to fee the harveft yield A welcome load of joyful fheaves. PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre. [*] The joy of a remarkable converfion; or, melancholy 1 removed. HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, WHE And chang'd my mournful ftate, My rapture feem'd a pleafing dream, The grace appear'd fo great. The world beheld the glorious change, My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And fung furprising grace. 3 "Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd, The Lord can clear the darkest skies, 5 Let those that fow in fadnefs wait They fhall confefs their fheaves are great, 6 Though feed lie bury'd long in duft, 1 PSALM CXXVII. Long Metre. [b] The blefing of God on the business and comforts of life. God fucceed not, all the coft are loft; If God the city will not keep, 1 PSALM CXXVII. Common Metre. [b] God all in all. IF God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain; 2 Before the morning beams arife, |