I Metre ii. THEN GOD reftor'd our captive State, The Grace beyond our Hopes fo great, 2 The Scoffer owns thy Hand, and pays PSALM CXXVII. Metre i. I F GOD to build the Houfe_deny, build The Builders work in vain ; And Towns, without his wakeful Eye, 2 Why rife ye early, late take rest, 3 The Balm of Sleep (his Gift confest) His Children richly share. Know too thy Sons, that round Thee ftand, Nor Arrows in the Giant's Hand Can yield fo fure a Guard. 4 Bleft who his Quiver ftores with these : When hoftile Bands are near His Gate, the Storm approaching fees, PSALM CXXVII. Metre ii. 'IF Care loft: F GOD fucceed not, all the Coft If GOD the City will not keep, 2 What though you rife before the Sun, 3 'Tis all in vain, till GOD hath bleft; CXXVIII. HAPPY Man, whofe Soul is fill'd His Lips to God their Honours yield, ' 2 A careful Providence shall stand, Shall on the Labours of thy Hand 3 Thy Wife shall be a fruitful Vine; 4 The LORD fhall thy beft Hopes fulfil, 5 This is the Man whofe happy Eyes PSALM CXXIX. P from my Youth, may Ifrael fay, My Griefs were conftant as the Day, 2 Up from my Youth I bore the Rage 3 Their cruel Plough had torn my Flesh With Furrows long and deep; Hourly they vex'd my Wounds afresh, 4 The LORD grew angry on his Throne, And with impartial Eye Meafur'd the Mifchiefs they had done, 5 Thus fhall the Men who hate the Saints T 6 What though they flourish tall and fair, Their Growth shall perish in Despair, 7 So Corn, that on the Houfe-top stands, 8 It fprings and withers on the Place; 2 3 A Word of Bleffing on the Grafs, T PSALM CXXX. Metre i. ROM loweft Depths of Woe LORD, hear my fupplicating Voice, Should't Thou feverely judge, Sta My Hopes are on thy Promife built, દ 4 5 My longing Eyes look out More duly than the Morning-Watch, Let Ifrael trust in GoD, No Bounds his Mercy knows, [whence The plenteous Source and Spring, from Eternal Succours flows. 6 Whofe friendly Streams to us A healing Spring, a Spring to cleanse PSALM CXXX. Metre ii. UT of the Deeps of long Distress, I fent my Cries to feek thy Grace, 2 Great GOD! fhould thy feverer Eye, 3 Mark and revenge Iniquity, my But there are Pardons with GOD Thy SoN has bought them with his Blood, I wait for thy Salvation, LORD, |