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3 To GoD my.Heart refign'd its Care; To Him my Tongue addrefs'd its Pray'r; While ftruck with Horrors as I ftood, A Sea of Sorrows round me flow'd; "No more, my Soul, no more, I cry'd, "In Man's fallacious Aid confide."

4 O what Requital at my Hand,

Shall Mercies, LORD, like thine demand?
By Thee, from each: Diftrefs enlarg'd,
The Cup with, Benediction, charg'd
I take,—and, touch'd with holy Flame,
Invoke my great DELIV'RER'S Name.

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PSALM CXVI. Metre iii.

LOVE the LORD; his gracious Ear
Inclin'd to my
Inclin'd to my diftrefsful Pray'r;
He heard my fupplicating Voice,
And bade my fainting Heart rejoice.

2 For this, when future Sorrows, rife,
To Him I'll breathe my humble Cries;
For this, thro' all my future Days,
Adore his Name and fing his Praife.

3 For ever gracious is the LORD,
For ever faithful to his Word;
By bleft Experience now I prove
His Mercy, his unchanging Love.

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4 Return my Soul, and fweetly, reft
On thy Almighty FATHER'S Breast
The Bounties of his Grace adore,
And count his wondrous Mercies o'er.

PART II.

5 NOW will I walk before the LORD,
A living Witness to his Word;

With Faith and Pray'r I fought his Face,
My Griefs were great, and great his Grace.

6 No meaner Help, no mortal Art,
Could ease the Anguish of my Heart;
My hafty Tongue, in rafh Replies,
Pronounc'd the Words of Men but Lies.

7 What fhall I render to the LORD ?
Or how his wondrous Grace record?
To Him my grateful Voice I'll raise,
And change my Sighs for Songs of Praise.
8 The crowded Courts fhall fee me pay
The Vows of my distressful Day:
In Life and Death the Saints fhall find
Their Guardian-GoD for ever kind.

PART III.

9 THY Servant, LORD, is wholly Thine, By Nature's Ties, and Bonds divine; From deep Diftrefs and Sorrow free, Anew I give myself to Thee.

10 To Thee with Sacrifice of Praise,
My Invocations I will raife;

To Thee my Vows fhall warm afcend,
While Crowds with Joy thy House attend.

II O Sion, in thy facred Courts,

Where Glory dwells and Joy reforts,
To Notes divine I'll tune the Song,
And Praise fhall flow from ev'ry Tongue.

PSALM

CXVII.

Metre i.

HY Name, Almighty LORD,

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T Shall found through diftant Lands:

Great is thy Grace, and fure thy Word;
Thy Truth for ever ftands.

2 Far be thine Honour spread,
And long thy Praise endure,
Till Morning-Light and Ev'ning-Shade
Shall be exchang'd no more.

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PSALM CXVII. Metre ii.

PRAISE

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RAISE the LORD, with hallow'd Mirth, Ev'ry Nation, Tribe, and Tongue;" Chriftians, militant on Earth, A Let your SAVIOUR'S Praife be fung. I E 2 See his Mercy o'er our Land WA Spread its ever-healing Wing; And his Truth through. Ages. ftand; Praise, O praise, th' eternal KING.

PSALM CXVII. Metre iii.

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ROM All that dwell below the Skies Let the CREATOR'S Praife arife: Let the REDEEMER'S Name be fung Through ev'ry Land, by ev'ry Tongue. 2 Eternal are thy Mercies, LORD; Eternal Truth attends thy Word;

Thy Praife fhall found from Shore to Shore, Till Suns fhall rife and fet no more.

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PSALM CXVII.

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Metre iv.

O GOD let all the Nations raife Their cheerful Voice and, fing his His Mercy and his Love are fure; [Praise: His Truth for ever fhall endure; His Kindness to us we'll record, And will for ever praise the LORD. PSALM CXVIII Métre i. EE what a living Stone

The Builders did refufe;.

Yet God hath built his Church thereon,
In spite of envious Jews.

The Scribe and angry Prieft
Reject thine only-SON;

Yet on this Rock fhall Zion "reft,"
As the chief Corner-Stone.

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The Work, O LORD, is Thiney
And wondrous in our Eyes:

This Day declares it all divine,

This Day did JESUS rife.

This is the glorious Day

That our REDEEMER made;

Let us rejoice, and fing, and pray,

Let all the Church be glad.

5 Hofannah to the KING

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Of David's royal Blood;

Blefs Him, ye Saints: He comes to bring
Salvation from your God.

We blefs thine holy Word,
Which all this Grace difplays;
And offer on thine Altar, LORD,
Our Sacrifice of Praife.

PSALM CXVIII. Metre ii.
HE LORD appears my Helper now,
Nor is my Faith afraid

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Of what the Sons of Earth can do,
Since Heav'n affords its Aided, nom
2 'Tis fafer, LORD, to hope in Thee,
And have my GOD my Friend,
Than trust in Men of high Degree,
And on their Truth dependen
Like Bees my Foes befet me round,
Alarge and angry Swarm";
But I fhall all their Rage confound,
By thine Almighty-Arm.

4 'Tis through the LORD my Heart is strong,
In Him my Lips rejoice;
While his Salvation is my Song,
How cheerful is my Voice!

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5 Like angry Bee's they girt me round;
When GoD appears they fly;

So burning Thorns, with crackling Sound,
Make a fierce Blaze and die.

6 Joy to the Saints and Peace belongs;
The LORD protects their Days:
Let Ifrael tune immortal Songs
To his Almighty Grace.

PART II.

7 LORD, thou haft heard thy Servant cry, And refcu'd from the Graveginn

Now fhall he live: (and none can die,
If God refolvento faves)

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