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7 Thy Walls, remote from hoftile Fear,
Nor the loud Voice of Tumult hear,
Nor War's wild Waftes deplore ;"
There fmiling Plenty takes her Stand,
And in thy Courts with lavish Hand,
Has pour'd forth all her Store.

8 Let me, bleft Seat, my Name behold
Among thy Citizens enroll'd,
In Thee for ever dwell."
Let Charity my Steps attend,
My fole Companion and my Friend,
And Faith and Hope farewell!

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THOU whofe Grace and Juftice reign,
Enthron'd above the Skies,

To Thee our Hearts would tell their Pain,
To Thee we lift our Eyes.

2 As Servants watch their Mafter's Hand,
And fear the angry Stroke;
Or Maids before their Mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful Look:

3 So for our Sins we juftly feel
Thy Difcipline, O GOD,

Yet wait the gracious Moment still,
Till Thou remove thy Rod.

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4 Those that in Wealth and Pleasure live,
Our daily Groans deride,
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5 Our Foes infult us, but our Hope
In thy Compaffion lies:/

This Thought fhall bear our Spirits up,
That GOD will not defpife.

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;
Proud Waters had o'erwhelm'd our Soul.

3 We leap for Joy, we fhout and fing,
Who juft efcap'd the fatal Stroke:
So flies the Bird with cheerful Wing,
When once the Fowler's Snare is broke.
bleffed be the LORD,
For ever
Who broke the Fowler's curfed Snare,
Who fav'd us from the murd'ring Sword,
And made our Lives and Souls his Care!

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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.
PSALM CXXV. Metre i.

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IRM and unmov'd are they
That reft their Souls on GOD;
Firm as the Mount where David dwelt,
Or where the Ark abode.

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As Mountains ftood to guard
The City's facred Ground;
So GOD and his Almighty Love
Embrace his Saints around.

What though the Father's Rod
Drop a chastifing Stroke,

Yet, left it wound their Souls too deep,
Its Fury fhould be broke.

4. Deal gently, LORD, with those
Whofe Faith and pious Fear,
Whofe Hope and Love, and ev'ry Grace
Proclaim their Hearts fincere."

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Nor fhall the Tyrant's Rage
Too long opprefs the Saint;

The GOD of Ifrael will fupport
His Children, left they faint.

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
That leans, O LORD, on Thee.

2 Not Walls, nor Hills, could guard fo well Old Salem's happy Ground;

As those eternal Arms of Love
That ev'ry Saint surround.

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3 While Tyrants are a fmarting Scourge,
To drive them near to GOD,
Divine Compaffion does allay
The Fury of the Rod.

4 Deal gently, LORD, with Souls fincere,
And lead them fafely on

To the bright Gates of Paradife,
Where CHRIST their LORD is gone.

5 But if we trace thofe crooked Ways
That the old Serpent drew,

The Wrath that drove him first to Hell,
Shall fmite his Follow'rs too.

PSALM CXXV. Metre iii.

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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...

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Ne'er on the Lot by thefe poffefs'd
Shall impious Pow'r its Sceptre rest,
Left Sin, establish'd into Law,

Their Hearts from thy Obedience draw.

4 O ftill our Guardian, ftill our Friend,
Thy Mercies to the Juft extend,
Nor ever from our Souls remove
'The Confolations of thy Love.

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PSALM CXXVI. Metrei.y

WHEN

HEN Sion's GOD her Sons recall'd
From long Captivity,

It seem'd at first a pleasing Dream
Of what we wifh'd to fee.

2 But foon in unaccuftom'd Mirth
We did our Voice employ,
And fung our great RESTORER's Praife,
In thankful Hymns of Joy.

3 Our Heathen-Foes repining flood,
Yet were compell'd to own,

That great and wondrous was the Work
Our GOD for us had done.

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,
Of Ifrael's captive Bands,

More welcome than refrefhing Show'rs
To parch'd and thirsty Lands.

6.That we, whofe Work commenc'd in Tears, May fee our Labours thrive,

Till finifh'd with Succefs, to make
Our drooping Hearts revive.

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.

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