2 He lives, the everlasting GOD,

That built the World, that spread the Flood;
The Heav'ns with all their Host He made,
And the dark Regions of the Dead.

3 He guides our Feet, He guards our Way;
His Morning-Smiles bless all the Day:
He fpreads the Ev'ning-Veil, and keeps
The filent Hours while Ifrael fleeps.

4 Ifrael, a Name divinely bleft,
May rife fecure, fecurely reft;
Thy holy GUARDIAN'S wakeful Eyes
Admit no Slumber nor Surprise.

5 No Sun fhall fmite thy Head by Day,
Nor the pale Moon with fickly Ray
Shall blaft thy Couch ;-no baleful Star
Dart his malignant Fire fo far.

6 Should Earth and Hell with Malice burn,
Still thou fhalt go, and still return,
Safe in the LORD;-his heav'nly Care
Defends thy Life from ev'ry Snare.

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PSALM CXXI. Metre iii.

'U' From GOD is all my Aid;

[PWARD I lift mine Eyes;

The God that built the Skies,
And Earth and Nature made:

GOD is the Tow'r

To which I fly:
His Grace is nigh
In ev'ry Hour.

2 My Feet shall never slide,

Or fall in fatal Snares,

Since GOD, my Guard and Guide,
Defends me from my Fears:

Those wakeful Eyes

That never fleep,
Shall Ifrael keep,
When Dangers rife.

3 No burning Heats by Day,
Nor Blafts of Ev'ning Air,
Shall take my Health away,
If God be with me there:

Thou art my Sun,
And Thou my Shade,
To guard my Head
By Night or Noon.

4 Haft Thou not giv'n thy Word
To fave my Soul from Death?
And I can truft
my LORD

To keep my mortal Breath:

I'll go and come,

Nor fear to die,

Till from on high

Thou call me Home.

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PSALM CXXII.

Metre i.

TOW did my Heart rejoice to hear

My Friends devoutly say,

"In Zion let us all appear,
"And keep the folemn Day !"

2 I love her Gates, I love the Road;
The Church, adorn'd with Grace,
Stands like a Palace built for GOD,
To fhew his milder Face.

3 Up to her Courts with Joys unknown
The holy Tribes repair;

4

The Son of David holds his Throne,
And fits in Judgment there.

He hears our Praises and Complaints,
And while his awful Voice

Divides the Sinners from the Saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this facred Place,
And Joy a conftant Guest !
With holy Gifts and heav'nly Grace
Be her Attendants bleft!

6 My Soul fhall pray for Zion ftill,
While Life or Breath remains ;

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There my best Friends, my Kindred dwell, There GOD my SAVIOUR reigns.

PSALM

CXXII.

Metre ii.

OW pleas'd and bleft was I
To hear the People cry,

HT

"Come, let us seek our God To-day:" Yes, with a cheerful Zeal,

We hafte to Zion's Hill,

And there our Vows and Honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy Place!

Adorn'd with wondrous Grace,

And Walls of Strength embrace thee round!

In thee our Tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear
The facred Cofpel's joyful Sound.

3 There David's greater Son
Hath fix'd his royal Throne,

He fits for Grace and Judgment there;
He bids the Saint be glad,

He makes the Sinner fad,
And humble Souls rejoice with Fear.

4 May Peace attend thy Gate,
And Joy within thee wait

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To blefs the Soul of ev'ry Gueft;
The Man that feeks thy Peace,
And wishes thine Increafe,

A Thousand Bleffings on him reft.

My Tongue repeats her Vows,

"Peace to this facred House;" For there my Friends and Kindred dwell; And fince my glorious GoD

Makes thee his bleft Abode, My Soul fhall ever love thee well.

PSALM CXXII. Metre iii.

WHA

HAT Joy, while thus I view the Day, That warns my thirfting Soul away, What Transports fill my Breaft! For, lo! my great REDEEMER'S Pow'r Unfolds the everlasting Door,

And leads me to his Rest.

2 The feftal Morn, my GoD, is come,
That calls me to thy hallow'd Dome,
Thy Prefence to adore ;

My Feet the Summons fhall attend,
With willing Steps thy Courts ascend,
And tread th' ethereal Floor.

3 E'en now to my expecting Eyes
The heav'n-built Tow'rs of Salem rife;
E'en now, with glad Survey,
I view her Mansions, that contain
Th' angelic Forms, an awful Train,
And shine with cloudless Day.

4 Hither, from Earth's remotest End,
Lo! the redeem'd of GOD afcend,
Their Tribute hither bring:
Here crown'd with everlasting Joy,
In Hymns of Praife their Tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal KING:

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Great Salem's KING; who bids each State
On her Decrees dependant wait;

In her, ere Time begun,
High on eternal Base uprear'd,
His Hands the regal Seat prepar'd
For Jeffe's favour'd SoN.

6 Mother of Cities! o'er thy Head
See Peace, with healing Wings outspread,
Delighted fix her Stay;

How bleft, who calls himself thy Friend!
Success his Labours shall attend,

And Safety guard his Way.