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7 Thy Walls, remote from hoftile Fear,
Nor War's wild Wastes deplore;
Has pour'd forth all her Store.
8 Let me, blest Seat, my Name behold
In Thee for ever dwell."
And Faith and Hope farewell !
THOU whose Grace and Justice reign,
Enthron'd above the Skies,
To Thee we lift our Eyes.
And wait a peaceful Look: 3. So for our Sins we justly feel
Thy Discipline, O God,
Till Thou remove thy Rode
Our daily Groans deride, t!
5 Our Foes insult uş, but our Hope
In thy Compaffion lies :
PSA L M CXXIV.
When Men, to make our Lives a Prey,
Rose like the swelling of the Tide: 2 The swelling Tide had stopt our Breath,
So fiercely did the Waters roll;
Proud Waters had o'erwhelm'd our Soul. 3 We leap for Joy, we shout and fing,
Who just escap'd the fatal Stroke:
When once the Fowler's Snare is broke. 4 For ever blessed be the LORD,
Who broke the Fowler's cursed Snare, Who sav'd us from the murd'ring Sword,
And made our Lives and Souls his Care! 5 Our Help is in Jehovah's Name,
Who form’d the Earth and built the Skies : He that upholds that wondrous Frame, Guards his own Church with watchful Eyes.
PSA L M CXXV. Metre i. I
FIRM and unmov'd are they
Firm as the Mount where David dwelt,
Or where the Ark abode.i
As Mountains stood to guard
The City's facred Ground;
Embrace his Saints around.
3 What though the Father's Rod
Drop a chastising Stroke,
Its Fury should be broke.
Whole Faith and pious Fear,
Proclaim their Hearts sincere. 5
Nor shall the Tyrant's Rage
Too long oppress the Saint; : The God of Israel will support
His Children, left they faint.
Will choose the Road to Hell,
Where bolder Sinners dwell.
PSALM CXXV. Metre ii.
UMAnd firm as Mountains be,
TNSHAKEN as the facred Hill,
That leans, O LORD, on Thee. 2 Not Walls, nor Hills, could guard so well
Old Salem's happy Ground';
That ev'ry Saint surround.
3 While Tyrants are a smarting Scourge,
To drive them near to GOD, Divine Compassion does allay
The Fury of the Rod.
And lead the safely on
Where Christ their Lord is gone.
That the old Serpent drew,
Shall smite his Follow'rs too.
O trust in God's protecting Hand,
Secure as Sion's Mount shall ftand, That, proof to Ages, meets the Skies,
And fix'd-each adverse Shock defies. 2 Behold fair Salem's hallow'd Ground
By shadowing Hills encompass'd round ;-
Incircling Jacob's chosen Race... 3 Ne'er on the Lot by these possess'd
Shall impious Pow'r its Sceptre rest, i
Their Hearts from thy Obedience draw. 4 O ftill our Guardian, ftill our Friend,
Thy Mercies to the Just extend ,
PSA L M CXXVI. Metrei.
- . THEN Sion's God her Sons recall'd
W From long Captivity
It seem'd at first a pleasing Dream
Of what we wish'd to see.
2 But foon in unaccustom'd Mirth
We did our Voice employ,
In thankful Hyınns of Joy.
Yet were compelld to own,
Our God for us had done. 4 'Twas great, say they, 'twas wondrous great,
Much more should we confess ;
We reap the glad Success.
Of Ijrael's captive Bands,
To parch'd and thirsty Lands. 6 That we, whose Work commenc'd in 'Tears,
May fee our Labours 'thrive, Till finish'd with Success, to make
Qur drooping Hearts revive. 7 Though he desponds that fows his Grain,
Yet doubtless he thall come, To bind his full-ear'd Sheaves, and bring
The joyful Harvest home.