8 Thy Praise more conftant than before, Shall fill his daily Breath;ND Thy Hand, that hath chaftis'd him fore, Defends him till from Death.

9 Open the Gates of Zion now,
For we fhall worship there,

The House where all the Righteous go
Thy Mercy to declare.

10 Among th' Affemblies of thy Saints
Our thankful Voice we raife;
There we have told Thee our Complaints,
And there we fpeak thy Praife.

II BEHOLD the fure Foundation-Stone,
Which GOD in Zion lays,

To build our heav'nly Hopes upon,
And his eternal Praise.

12 Chofen of GOD, to Sinners dear,
And Saints adore the Name;

They trust their whole Salvation here,
Nor fhall they fuffer Shame,

13 The foolish Builders, Scribe and Priest, Reject it with Difdain;

Yet on this Rock the Church fhall rest,
And Envy rage in vain.

14 What though the Gates of Hell withstood, Yet muft, this Building rife;

'Tis thy own Work, Almighty GoD,
And wondrous in our Eyes. 12%

15 THIS is the Day the LORD hath made, He calls the Hours his own;

Let Heav'n rejoice, let Earth be glad,
And Praise furround the Throne.

16 To-day He rofe and left the Dead,
And Satan's Empire fell;

To-day the Saints his Triumph fpread,
And all his Wonders tell.

17 Hofanna to th' anointed KING,
To David's holy SON!

Help us, O LORD! defcend and bring
Salvation from thy Throne.

18 Bleft be the LORD, who comes to Men
With Meffages of Grace:
Who comes in GoD his Father's Name,
To fave our finfui Race.

19 Hofanna in the highest Strains

The Church on Earth can raise !

The highest Heav'ns, in which He reigns,
Shall give Him nobler Praise.

PSALM

CXVIII. Metre iii.

IFT your Voice, and thankful fing
Praifes to your heav'nly KING;

For his Mercies far extend,

And his Bounty knows no End.
Ifrael, thy CREATOR blefs,
And with joyful Tongue confefs,
That his Mercies far extend,
And his Bounty knows no End.

2 HE my Strength, and HE my Song,
Lo! my Days I yet prolong,
And each hoftile Force o'erthrown,
HIм my great Salvation own:
Shouts of Health, and Hymns of Praife,
Wifdom's faithful Follow'rs raife,-
"O how ftrong the Hand divine!
"O what Wonders, LORD, are thine !"
3 Ope the Gates of Righteousness,
Let me, favour'd with Accefs,
Blefs my great DELIV'RER'S Name,
And his boundless Love proclaim :-
Thee the GOD inthron'd above,
Thee my Lips fhall fing, whofe Love
Το my Voice Attention gave,
Swift to hear, and strong to fave.

4 See the STONE, that, caft afide
By the Builders' erring Pride,
In the Dome affumes its Place,
Own'd the Angle's nobleft Grace;
Thou the Work, great GOD, haft wrought;
In its Scenes our wond'ring Thought
Joys thy Clemency to trace,

Seal'd to Jacob's favour'd Race.

5 Save, O fave, eternal LORD,
Now thy profp'ring Aid afford;
Let thy fav'ring Beams arife.
To thy People's longing Eyes :-
Lift your Voice, and thankful fing
Praifes to your heav'nly KING;
For his Mercies far extend,
And his Bounty knows no End.

PSALM CXVIII.

Metre iv.

O! what a glorious Corner-Stone The Jewiß Builders did refufe; But God hath built his Church thereon, In spite of Envy and the Jews.

2 Great GOD, the Work is all divine, The Joy and Wonder of our Eyes; This is the Day that proves it Thine, The Day that faw our SAVIOUR rife. 3 Sinners rejoice, and Saints be glad ; Hofanna; let his Name be bleft; A thoufand Honours on his Head, With Peace, and Light, and Glory rest. + In God's own Name He comes to bring Salvation to our dying Race;

Let the whole Church addrefs their King With Hearts of Joy, and Songs of Praife.

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PSALM CXIX.

LEST are the Undefil'd in Heart,
Whofe Ways are right and clean;

Who never from thy Law depart,
But fly from ev'ry Sin.

e Bleft are the Men that keep thy Word,
And practife thy Commands;

With their whole Heart they feek the LORD,
And ferve Thee with their Hands.

3 Great is their Peace who love thy Law;
How firm their Souls abide!
Nor can a bold Temptation draw
Their fteady Feet afide.

4 Then fhall my Heart have inward Joy, And keep my Face from Shame, When all thy Statutes I obey,

And honour all thy Name.

5 But haughty Sinners GOD will hate,
The Proud fhall die accurft ;
The Sons of Falfehood and Deceit
Are trodden to the Duft.

6 Vile as the Drofs the Wicked are:
And those that leave thy Ways
Shall fee Salvation from afar,
But never taste thy Grace.

PART II.

I TO Thee, before the dawning Light,
My gracious GOD, I pray;
I meditate thy Name by Night,
And keep thy Law by Day.

2 My Spirit faints to see thy Grace,
Thy Promife bears me up;
And while Salvation long delays,
Thy Word fupports my Hope.

3 Seven Times a Day I lift my Hands,
And pay my Thanks to Thee;
Thy righteous Providence demands
Repeated Praise from me.

4 When Midnight-Darkness veils the Skies, I call thy Works to Mind;

My Thoughts in warm Devotion rise,
And fweet Acceptance find.