3 Against thy hidden ones. Their counfels they employ, nd malice, with her watchful eye, Purfues them to destroy.

4 The noble and the base
Into thy pastures leap;
The lion and the stupid afs
Confpire to vex thy fheep.

5 "Come, let us join, they cry,
"To root them from the ground,
Till not the name of faints remain,
"Nor mem'ry shall be found.
6 Awake, almighty God,

And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them like forests to the fire,
Or ftubble to the wind.

7 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them feek thy name: Dr else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in fhame.

8 Then fhall the nations know That glorious dreadful word

Jehovah is thy name alone,

And thou the fov'reign Lord.

ין

PSALM LXXXIV. First Part. Long Metre.

I

The pleasure of public worship.

HLord of hofts, thy dwellings are!

TOW pleafant, how divinely fair,

With long defire my spirit faints
To meet th' affemblies of thy faints.
2 My flesh would reft in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;

My God, my King, why fhould I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
3 The fparrow chufes where to rest,
And for her young provides her neft;
But will my God to fparrows grant
That pleasure which his children want;
4 Bleft are the faints who fit on high
Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories fhine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
5 Bleft are the fouls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And feek thy face, and learn thy praise.
6 Bleft are the men whofe hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength; and thro' the road
They lean upon their helper God.

7 Chearful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length,

Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

PSALM LXXXIV. Second Part. Long Metre.

God and his church; or, Grace and Glory.

G

REAT God attend while Zion fings The joy that from thy prefence fprings: To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meaneft place Within thy house, O God of grace,

Not tents of eafe, nor thrones of pow'r, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our fun, he makes our day;

God is our shield, he guards our way
From all th' affaults of hell and fin,
From foes without and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too!
He gives us all things, and with holds
No real good from upright fouls.
5 O God, our king, whose fov'reign fway
The glorious hofts of heav'n obey,
And devils at thy presence flee,
Bleft is the man that trufts in thee.

PSALM LXXXIV. 1, 4, 2, 3, 10.

Paraphrased in Common Metre.

Delight in ordinances of worship; or, God present in his churches.

Y foul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God reforts!
'Tis heav'n to fee his fmiling face,
Tho' in his earthly courts.

2 There the great monarch of the skies
His faving pow'r displays,

And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quickning rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove,
Defcends and fills the place,

While Chrift reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The fecrets of thy will;
And still we feek thy mercy there,
And fing thy praises still.

PAUSE.

5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
While far from thine abode;

When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God?

6 The fparrow builds herself a neft,
And fuffers no remove;

O make me like the fparrows bleft,
To dwell but where I love.,
7 To fit one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity

Employ'd in carnal joys.

8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait
While Jefus is within,
Rather than fill a throne of ftate,
Or live in tents of fin.

9 Could I command the fpacious land,
And the more boundless fea,

For one bleft hour at thy right-hand
I'd give them both away.

PSALM LXXXIV. As the 148th Pfalm.

L

Longing for the house of God.

ORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!

To thin abode

My heart afpires,

With warm defires,

To fee my God.

2 The fparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a neft,
And wand'ring fwallows long
To find their wonted reft:
My spirit faints,
With equal zeal,
To rife and dwell
Among thy faints.

3 O happy fouls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!"
O happy men that pay
Their conftant fervice there!
They praise thee ftill;

And happy they

That love the way

To Zion's hill.

4 They go from strength to strength, Thro' this dark vail of tears,

Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heav'n appears.
O glorious feat,
When God our king
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet!

PAUSE.

5 To fpend one facred day,

Where God and faints abide,

Affords diviner joy

Than thousand days befide: