5 Juft as the Guards that keep the Night
Long for the Morning-Skies,
Watch the firft Beams of breaking Light,
And meet them with their Eyes:

6 So waits my Soul to fee thy Grace;
And more intent than they,
Meets the first Op'nings of thy Face,
And finds a brighter Day.

7 Then in the LORD let Ifrael truft,
Let Ifrael feek his Face;
The LORD is good as well as juft,
And plenteous in his Grace.

8 There's full Redemption at his Throne,
For Sinners long enflav'd:
The great REDEEMER is his Son,
And Ifrael fhall be fav'd.

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PSALM CXXX. Metre iii.

PLUNG'D in a dark and dire Abyss, [roll,

Where Woes in dreadful Confluence

I to the LORD, in Groans and Sighs,
Sent up the Anguifh of my Soul,

2 O Thou, th' All-pow'rful, Good and True,
My Rock, my REFUGE, and my REST,
Vouchfafe to hear my fervent Pray'rs,
And grant, O grant me my Requeft.

3 Should ft Thou thy Judgment-Seat ascend, And Men to thy Tribunal call,

Not One of all their Race could stand;
But Vengeance muft o'erwhelm them All..

4 But, LORD, with Thee Forgiveness reigns,
Reigns with a wide, unbounded Sway,
That Sinners may revere thy Name
And with Delight thy Laws obey.

PART II.

5 WITH Expectation warm and ftrong,
My Spirit waits upon the LORD,
And in my Hours of dark Distress,
Hope cafts its Anchor on his Word.
6 As Centinels with longing Eyes
Watch the first Glimpfe of rifing Day;
So waits my Soul upon the LORD,
With outstretch'd Wings to meet his Way.

7 Let Ifrael on his God rely

To crush his Foes, and footh his Pains: Mercy is his fupreme Delight,

And in a Thoufand Bleffings reigns.

8 He that was Ifrael's GOD of old,

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As Ifrael's GOD will ftill be known,
To fave him from his Sins and Woes,
And guide and guard him as his own.

PSALM

CXXXI. Metre i.

II Starch, gracious Gop, and fee:

S there Ambition in my Heart?

Or do I act a haughty Part?
LORD, I appeal to Thee..

2 I charge my Thoughts, be humble ftill,
And all my Carriage mild,

Content, my FATHER, with thy Will,
And quiet as a Child.

3 The patient Soul, the lowly Mind,
Shall have a large Reward:
Let Saints in Sorrow lie refign'd,
And truft a faithful LORD.

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PSALM CXXXI. Metre ii.

S there in me a lofty Heart?

I MOCK SAVIOUR, THOUthy Grace impart;

Let no vain Pomp attract my View,
Nor Honour's Prize my Thoughts pursue.

2 Create in me Affections mild,

And form me humble as the Child,
That meek and filent finks to reft,
Wean'd from the tender Parent's Breaft.

3 O, kinder than that Parent, fee
Thy MAKER, Ifrael, cherish thee:
To latest Times on Him depend,
Thy Guide, thy Guardian, and thy Friend.
PSALM CXXXII. Metre i.

ARISE, O KING of Grace, arife,

And enter to thy Reft!

Lo! thy Church waits with longing Eyes,
Thus to be own'd and bleft.

2 Enter with all thy glorious Train,
Thy SPIRIT and thy Word;
All that the Ark did once contain,
Could no fuch Grace afford.

3 Here, mighty GoD, accept our Vows,
Here let thy Praise be spread;

Blefs the Provifions of thy House,
And fill thy Poor with Bread.

4 Here let the Son of David reign;
Let God's Anointed shine ;
Juftice and Truth his Court maintain,
With Love and Pow'r divine.

5 Here let Him hold a lafting Throne;
And as his Kingdom grows,
Fresh Honours fhall adorn his Crown,
And Shame confound his Foes.

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PSALM

CXXXII. Metre ii.

B The Manfion of thy Prefence greet,

EHOLD us, LORD, with willing Feet,

Each Heart inflam'd with grateful Zeal,
And proftrate at thy Footftool kneel.

2 Rife, Ifrael's FATHER, GOD, and FRIEND! Pleas'd to thy Place of Rest ascend;

THOU and thine ARK,-tremendous Shrine
Of Majefty and Pow'r divine!

3 While Righteoufnefs thy Priefts arrays,
O let thy Saints their thankful Lays
Prolong-and in their SAVIOUR'S Name
His purchas'd' Favours humbly claim.

PART II.

4 THE GOD of Jacob chofe the Hill Of Zion for his ancient Reft;

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And Zion is his Dwelling ftill,

His Church is with his Presence bleft.

"Here will I fix my gracious Throne,
And reign for ever, faith the LORD;
Here fhall my Pow'r and Love be known,
And Bleffings fhall attend my Word.

6 Here will I meet the hungry Poor,
And fill their Souls with living Bread:
Sinners that wait before my Door,
With fweet Provifion fhall be fed.

7 Girded with Truth, and cloth'd with Grace, My Priefts, my Minifters fhall fhine; Not Aaron in his coftly Dress

Made an Appearance fo divine.

8 The Saints, unable to contain
Their inward Joys, fhall fhout and fing;
The Son of David here fhall reign,
And Zion triumph in her KING.

9 JESUS fhall fee a num'rous Seed

Born here, t' uphold his glorious Name; His Crown fhall flourish on his Head, While all his Foes are cloth'd with Shame."

PSALM CXXXIII.

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Metre i.

O, what an entertaining Sight
Áre Brethren that agree,

Brethren, whofe cheerful Hearts unite
In Bands of Piety!

2 When Streams of Love from CHRIST the

Defcend to ev'ry Soul;

[Spring

And heav'nly Peace, with balmy Wing,

Shades and bedews the Whole:

3 'Tis like the Oil divinely fweet

On Aaron's rev'rend Head;

The trickling Drops perfum'd his Feet,
And o'er his Garments fpread