10 Fair BRANCH, ordain'd of old to fhoot From David's Stock, from Jacob's Root; Himself a noble VINE, and we
The leffer Branches of the Tree:
II 'Tis thy own Son, and He shall stand,
Girt with thy Strength, at thy Right-Hand;
Thy firft-born SON, adorn'd and bleft
With Pow'r and Grace above the rest.
12 O! for his Sake attend our Cry,
Shine on thy Churches, left they die;
Turn us to THEE, thy Love restore:
We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more.
ING to the LORD aloud,
And make a joyful Noife:
GOD is our Strength, our SAVIOur God;
Let Ifrael her his Voice.
"From vile Idolatry
"Preferve my Worfhip clean;
"I am the LORD who fet thee free
"From Slavery and Sin.
"Stretch thy Defires abroad,
"And I'll fupply them well;
"But if you will refufe your Gon,
"If Ifrael will rebel;
"I'll leave them, faith the LORD,
"To their own Lufts a Prey,
"And let them run the dangerous Road; " 'Tis their own chofen Way.
5 "Yet, O! that all my Saints
"Would hearken to my Voice!
"Soon I would ease their fore Complaints, "And bid their Hearts rejoice.
6" While I deftroy their Foes, "I'd richly feed my Flock;
"And they should tafte the Stream that flows "From their eternal Rock.”
PSALM LXXXII.
AMONG th Affemblies of the Great,
A greater Ruler takes his Seat;
The GoD of Heav'n, as Judge, furveys
Those Gods on Earth, and all their Ways.
2 Why will ye then frame wicked Laws?
Or why fupport th' unrighteous Caufe?
When will ye once defend the Poor,
That Sinners vex the Saints no more?
3 They know not, LORD, nor will they know;
Dark are the Ways in which they go;
Their Name of earthly Gods is vain,
For they fhall fall and die like Men.
4 Arife, O LORD, and let thy SON
Poffefs his univerfal Throne,
And rule the Nations with his Rod:
HE is our JUDGE, and HE our GOD.
Y GOD, no longer filent stand;
No longer let thy pow'rful Hand
Withhold its oft-requested Aid,
While thus, thy Foes our Peace invade.
2 Behold them, LORD, their Arts employ,
The Heav'n-rais'd People to destroy,
The Souls, whom, with thy Favour crown'd,
Thy fecret Presence wraps around.
3 Their Leagues, their Plans, with frantic Aim,
Againft Omnipotence they frame;
And, fir'd to Rage, with fierce Alarms
The headlong Nations rush to Arms.
4 Swift as the fiery Deluge ftrays,
And wraps the Forefts in its Blaze,
Or, furious, onward as it pours,
The Mountain's fhaggy Waste devours.
5 Let wild Confufion clothe their Cheek,
And teach them, LORD, thy Name to feek,
While Ruin, Death, and Shame, they fee
To each ordain'd that errs from Thee.
6 "JEHOVAH, fhall the Rebels cry,
"JEHOVAH only reigns on high,
"And o'er the Earth from Day to Day
"Afferts his everlasting Sway."
PSALM LXXXIV., Metre i.
GOD of Hofts, the mighty LORD,
How lovely is the Place
Where Thou, enthron'd in Glory, fhew'ft
The Brightness of thy Face!
2 My longing Soul faints with Defire
To view thy bleft Abode;
My panting Heart and Fleth cry out
For Thee the living GOD.
3 The Birds a peaceful Home fecure,
And, joyful, tend their Neft;—
Thine Altars yield my Soul her Joy,
Thy Courts, her fweeteft Reft.
4 O LORD of Hofts, my KING and Gon,
How highly bleft are they
Who in thy Temple always dwell,
And there thy Praise display!
5 Thrice happy they whofe Choice has Thee
Their fure Protection made;
Who long to tread the facred Ways
That to thy Dwelling lead.
6 As through the dreary Vale they pass
Of Vanity and Tears;
Grace pours its plenteous Streams, and
The thirsty Defert cheers.
Thus they proceed from
And still approach more near; [Strength, Till All on Zion's holy Mount Before their GOD appear..
8 O LORD, the mighty God of Hofts,
My Supplication hear;
Thou GOD of Jacob, to my Voice
Incline thy gracious Ear.
9 Behold, O GOD, our Shield, the Face
Of thine anointed Son :
We from our Impotence and Guilt
To HIM for Refuge run.
10 To dwell one Day within thy Courts,
My Gon, my gracious KING,
T' implore thy Love, to learn thy Will,
And thy Salvation fing,
11 Far, far in my Efteem exceeds
A Thousand Days befide,
That in the Height of carnal Joys
Uninterrupted glide.
12 Rather at Zion's facred Gates
Would I a Servant wait,
Than in the Tents of Sin refide,
Or fill a Throne of State.
13 For GoD, who is our Sun and Shield,
Will Grace and Glory give;
And no good Thing will He withhold
From them that juftly live.
14 Thou GOD, whom heav'nly Hofts obey, How highly bleft is he,
Whofe Hope and Truft, fecurely plac'd,
Is ftill repos'd on THEE!
TOW pleafant, how divinely fair,
O LORD OF HOSTS, thy Dwellings are!
With long Defire my Spirit faints
To meet th' Affemblies of thy Saints.
2 My Flesh would reft in thine Abode
My panting Heart cries out for God;
My GOD! my KING! why fhould I be
So far from all my Joys and THEE ?
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