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? PSALM CXVI. Metre iii. LOVE the LORD; his gracious Ear 2 For this, when future Sorrows, rife, 3 For ever gracious is the LORD, ; 4 Return my Soul, and fweetly, reft PART II. 5 NOW will I walk before the LORD, With Faith and Pray'r I fought his Face, 6 No meaner Help, no mortal Art, 7 What fhall I render to the LORD ? 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, To Thee my Vows fhall warm afcend, II O Sion, in thy facred Courts, Where Glory dwells and Joy reforts, PSALM CXVII. Metre i. HY Name, Almighty LORD, T Shall found through diftant Lands: Great is thy Grace, and fure thy Word; 2 Far be thine Honour spread, J PSALM CXVII. Metre ii. PRAISE 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. C T 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. 1 I 2 3 4 PSALM CXVII. 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, The Scribe and angry Prieft Yet on this Rock fhall Zion "reft," The Work, O LORD, is Thiney 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 6 Of David's royal Blood; Blefs Him, ye Saints: He comes to bring We blefs thine holy Word, PSALM CXVIII. Metre ii. Of what the Sons of Earth can do, 4 'Tis through the LORD my Heart is strong, HeT 5 Like angry Bee's they girt me round; So burning Thorns, with crackling Sound, 6 Joy to the Saints and Peace belongs; PART II. 7 LORD, thou haft heard thy Servant cry, And refcu'd from the Graveginn Now fhall he live: (and none can die, |