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8 Thy Praise more constant thản before,
Shall fill his daily Breath;
Defends him still from Death.
For we shall worship there,
Thy Mercy to declare.
Our thankful Voice we raise;
And there we speak thy Praise.
11 BEHOLD the fure Foundation-Stone,
Which God in Zion lays,
And his eternal Praise.
And Saints adore the Name;
Nor shall they suffer Shame,
Reject it with Disdain ;
And Envy rage in vain.
Yet must, this Building rife;
And wondrous in our Eyes,
PART IV. | 15 THIS is the Day the LORD hath made,
He calls the Hours his own;
And Praise surround the Throne. 16 To-day He rose and left the Dead,
And Satan's Empire fell ;
To-day the Saints his Triumph spread,
To David's holy SON !
Salvation from thy Throne. 18 Blest be the Lord, who comes to Men
With Meffages of Grace :
To save our finfui Race,
The Church on Earth can raise !
The highest Heav'ns, in which He reigns, I Shall give Him nobler Praise.
PS A L M CXVIII. Metre iii.
Praises to your heav'nly King;
2 He my Strength, and He my Song,
Lo! my Days I yet prolong,
my great Salvation own:
« what Wonders, LORD, are thine !" 3 Ope the Gates of Righteousness,
Let me, favour'd with Access,
gave, Swift to hear, and strong to fave. 4 See the Stone, that, cast aside
By the Builders' erring Pride,
Seal'd to Jacob's favour'd Race. 5 Save, O save, eternal LORD,
Now thy prosp’ring Aid afford;
PSALM CXVIII. Metre iv.
O! what a glorious Corner-Stone
The Jewish Builders did refuse ; 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 law our Saviour rise. 3 Sinners rejoice, and Saints be glad ;
Hosanna ; let his Name be bleit ; -- A thousand Honours on his Head,
With Peace, and Light, and Glory rest. +
In God's own Name He comes to bring
PSA L M CXIX.
Whose Ways are right and clean ;
But fly from ev'ry Sin.
And practise thy Commands;
And ferve Thee with their Hands. 3 Great is their Peace who love thy Law;
How firm their Souls abide !
Their steady Feet aside.
4 Then shall my Heart have inward Joy,
And keep my Face from Shame,
And honour all thy Name.
The Proud shall die accurst;
Are trodden to the Dust.
And those that leave thy Ways
But never taste thy Grace.
I TO Thee, before the dawning Light,
My gracious God, I pray ;
And keep thy Law by Day,
Thy Promise bears me up;
Thy Word supports my Hope.
And pay my Thanks to Thee; Thy righteous Providence demands
Repeated Praise from me. When Midnight-Darkness veils the Skies, 4
I call thy Works to Mind;
And sweet Acceptance find.