7 Thy Walls, remote from hoftile Fear, 8 Let me, bleft Seat, my Name behold THOU whofe Grace and Juftice reign, To Thee our Hearts would tell their Pain, 2 As Servants watch their Mafter's Hand, 3 So for our Sins we juftly feel Yet wait the gracious Moment still, 13 4 Those that in Wealth and Pleasure live, M 5 Our Foes infult us, but our Hope This Thought fhall bear our Spirits up, PSALM CXXIV. AD not the LORD, may Ifrael fay, H Had not the LORD maintain'd our Side, When Men, to make our Lives a Prey, Rofe like the fwelling of the Tide: 2 The fwelling Tide had ftopt our Breath, So fiercely did the Waters roll; We had been swallow'd deep in Death; 3 We leap for Joy, we fhout and fing, 4 5 Our Help is in JEHOVAH's Name, FI IRM and unmov'd are they 2 3 As Mountains ftood to guard What though the Father's Rod Yet, left it wound their Souls too deep, 4. Deal gently, LORD, with those 5 6 I Nor fhall the Tyrant's Rage The GOD of Ifrael will fupport But if our flavish Fear Will choose the Road to Hell, We must expect our Portion there, Where bolder Sinners dwell. PSALM CXXV. Metre ii. UNSHAKEN as the facred Hill, And firm as Mountains be, Firm as a Rock the Soul shall reft 2 Not Walls, nor Hills, could guard fo well Old Salem's happy Ground; As those eternal Arms of Love 3 While Tyrants are a fmarting Scourge, 4 Deal gently, LORD, with Souls fincere, To the bright Gates of Paradife, 5 But if we trace thofe crooked Ways The Wrath that drove him first to Hell, PSALM CXXV. Metre iii. WHO HO trust in GoD's protecting Hand, Secure as Sion's Mount fshall stand, That, proof to Ages, meets the Skies, And fix'd, each adverfe Shock defies. 2 Behold fair Salem's hallow'd Ground By fhadowing Hills encompafs'd round ;Thy Prefence thus, great GOD, we trace, Incircling Jacob's chofen Race... 3 Ne'er on the Lot by thefe poffefs'd Their Hearts from thy Obedience draw. 4 O ftill our Guardian, ftill our Friend, A PSALM CXXVI. Metrei.y WHEN HEN Sion's GOD her Sons recall'd It seem'd at first a pleasing Dream 2 But foon in unaccuftom'd Mirth 3 Our Heathen-Foes repining flood, That great and wondrous was the Work 4 'Twas great, fay they, 'twas wondrous great, Much more should we confefs; The LORD has done great Things, whereof We reap the glad Succefs. 5 To us bring back the Remnant, LORD, More welcome than refrefhing Show'rs 6.That we, whofe Work commenc'd in Tears, May fee our Labours thrive, Till finifh'd with Succefs, to make 7 Though he defponds that fows his Grain, Yet doubtless he fhall come, To bind his full-car'd Sheaves, and bring The joyful Harvest home. |