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'Tis pleasant as the Morning-Dews

That fall on Sion's Hill,

Where GoD his mildest Glory fhews,
And makes his Grace diftil.

PSALM CXXXIII. Metre ii.

HOW pleasant 'tis to fee

Kindred and Friends agree,

Each in his proper Station move;
And Each fulfil his Part,

With fympathizing Heart,

In all the Cares of Life and Love!

'Tis like the Ointment shed
On Aaron's facred Head,

Divinely rich, divinely fweet;

The Oil through all the Room
Diffus'd a choice Perfume,

Ran through his Robes, and bleft his Feet.

3 Like fruitful Show'rs of Rain
That water all the Plain,

Defcending from the neighb'ring Hills;
Such Streams of Pleasure roll
Through ev'ry friendly Soul,

Where Love like heav'nly Dew diftils.

PSALM

CXXXIII.

Metre iii.

OW bleft the Sight, the Joy how fweet,

H When Brothers join'd with Brothers

In Bands of mutual Love!

Lefs fweet the liquid Fragrance, shed

One Aaron's confecrated Head,

Ran trickling from above,

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2 And reach'd his Beard,and reach'd his Veft:Lefs fweet the Dews on Hermon's Breast, 2. Or Sion's Hill defcendi.

That Hill has GoD with Bleffings crown'd, There promis'd Grace that knows no bound, And Life that knows no End.

PSALM CXXXIII. Metre iv.

I TOW pleafing is the Scene, how fweet! When kindred Souls in Friendship Whofe Joys and Cares united meet [join; In Bands of Amity divine.

2 Lefs fragrant was the Ointment pour'd
On Aaron's confecrated Head,

When balmy Sweets profufely fhow'r'd,
Down to his facred Vefture fpread.

3 Not flow'ry Hermon e'er difplay'd
(Impearl'd with Dew) a fairer Light;
Nor Sion's beauteous Hills, array'd
In golden Beams of Morning-Light.

4 'Tis here the LORD indulgent sheds
His kindeft Gifts, a heav'nly Store ;
With Life immortal crowns their Heads,
When Earth's frail Comforts please no more.

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E that obey th' immortal KING,
Attend his holy Place ;:

Bow to the Glories of his Pow'r,
And blefs his wondrous Grace.

2 Lift up your Hands by Morning-Light, And fend your Souls on high:

Raife your admiring Thoughts by Night
Above the ftarry Sky.

3 The GoD of Zion cheers our Hearts,
With Rays of quick'ning Grace;
The Gop that fpreads the Heav'ns abroad,
And rules the swelling Seas.

PSALM CXXXIV. Metre ii.
E Servants of th' eternal KING,
Your grateful Hymns triumphant fing,
While, gliding round the dusky Pole,
The starry Orbs in Silence roll.

2 To you I call, the chofen Band,

Who take amid his Courts your Stand;
Within his Temple's vaulted Frame,
With lifted Hands his Praise ¡proclaim.

3 And He, may He, whofe Pow'r has made
The Earth, and Heav'n's wide Arch display'd,
From facred Sion bid thee prove
The Bleffings of his boundless Love.
PSALM CXXXV. Metre i.

WAKE,ye Saints, to praise your KING,
Your sweetest Paffions raife;

Your pious Pleasures, while you fing,
Increafing with the Praife.

2 Great is the LORD; and Works unknown Are his divine Employ;

But ftill his Saints are near his Throne,
His Treasure and his Joy.

3 Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, confefs his Hand; He bids the Vapours rife ; 464 Lightning and Storm at his Command ! Sweep through the founding Skies.

4 All Pow'r that Gods or Kings have claim'd, Is found with him alone :

But Heathen Gods fhould ne'er be nam'd,
Where our JEHOVAH's known.

5 Which of the Stocks or Stones they truft
Can give them Show'rs of Rain?
In vain they worship glitt'ring Duft,
And pray to Gold in vain.

6 O Britain, know the living God,
Serve Him with Faith and Fear;
He makes thy Churches his Abode,
And claims thine Honours there.

PSALM CXXXV. Metre ii.

PRAISE ye the LORD, exalt his Name,

While in his holy Courts ye wait;

Ye Saints that to his Houfe belong,
Or ftand attending at his Gate.

2 Praise ye the LORD; the LORD is good: To praise his Name is fweet Employ; Ifrael he chofe of old, and still

His Church is his peculiar Joy.

3 The LORD Himself will judge his Saints;
He treats his Servants as his Friends;
And when He hears their fore Complaints,
Repents the Sorrows that He fends.

4 Through ev'ry Age the LORD declares His Name, and breaks th' Oppressor's Rod: He gives his fuff'ring Servants Rest,

And will be known, Th' ALMIGHTY GOD. 5 Blefs ye the LORD, who tafte his Love; People and Priefts exalt his Name : Among his Saints He éver dwells; His Church is his Jerufalem.

PSALM CXXXVI. Metre i.

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IVE Thanks to GOD the fov'reign JHis Mercies ftill endure:

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And be the KING OF KINGS ador'd;
His Truth is ever fure.

2 What Wonders hath his Wifdomdo ne! How mighty is his Hand!

Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, He fram'd alone:
How wide is his Command!

3 The Sun fupplies the Day with Light :
How bright his Counfels fhine!

The Moon and Stars adorn the Night:
His Works are all divine!....

4 He faw the Nations dead in Sin';
He felt his Pity move:

How fad the State the World was in!
How boundless was his Love!

5 He fent to fave us from our Woe;
His Goodness never fails;

From Death and Hell, and ev'ry Foe;
And fill his Grace prevails.

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