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Witnefs, ye faints, who hear me now,
If I forfake the Lord.

PSALM CXVII. Common Metre.

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Praife to God from all nations.

All ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a diff'rent tongue;
In ev'ry language learn his word,
And let his name be fung.

2 His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land;
Proclaim his grace abroad;
For ever firm his truth fhall stand;
Praife ye the faithful God.

PSALM CXVII. Long Metre.

FROM all that dwell below the skies;

Let the Creator's praife arife:
Let the Redeemer's name be fung
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praife fhall found from shore to shore,
Till funs fhall rife and fet no more.

PSALM CXVII. Short Metre.

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HY name, almighty Lord,

Shall found thro' diftant lands; Great is thy grace, and fure thy word: Thy truth for ever ftands

2 Far be thine honour spread,

And long thy praise endure,

Till morning light and ev'ning fhade
Shall be exchang'd no more.

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PSALM CXVIII. First part. 6,—15.
Deliverance from a tumult.

HE Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid

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What all the fons of earth can do,

Since heav'n affords its aid.

2 'Tis fafer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.
Like bees my foes befet me round,
A large and angry swarm;
But I fhall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.

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4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is ftrong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his falvation is my fong,

How chearful is my voice!

5 Like angry bees they girt me round;
When God appears they fly:

So burning thorns with crackling found,
Make a fierce blaze and die.

6 Joy to the faints, and peace belongs;
The Lord protects their days:
Let Ifra'l tune immortal fongs
To his almighty grace.

PSALM CXVIII. Second Part.

17,-21

Public praife for deliverance from death.

ORD, thou haft heard thy fervant cry,

Land refcu'd from the grave:

Now fhall he live; (and none can die,
If God refolve to fave.)

2 Thy praite more conftant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath;

Thy hand, that hath chaftis'd him fore
Defends him ftill from death.

3 Open the gates of Zion now,
For we fhall worship there,
The house where all the righteous go,
Thy mercy to declare.

4 Among th'affemblies of thy faints
Our thankful voice we raife;
There we have told thee our complaints,
And there we fpeak thy praise.

PSALM CXVIII. Third Part. 22, 23.

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Chrift the foundation of his church.

Ehold the fure foundation Stone
Which God in Zion lays,

To build our heav'nly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.

2 Chofen of God, to finners' dear,
And faints adore the name,

They truft their whole falvation here,
Nor fhall they fuffer fhame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with difdain;

Yet on this Rock the church fhall reft,
And envy rage in vain.

4 What tho' the gates of hell withstood,
Yet muft this building rite;

'Tis thy own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes,

PSALM CXVIII. Fourth Part. 24, 25, 26.

Hofanna; the Lord's day; or, Chrift's refurrection, and our falvation.

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HIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;

Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise furround the throne.
2 To-day he rofe and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the faints his triumphs fpread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hofanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son:

Help us, O Lord, defcend and bring
Salvation from the throne.

4 Bleft be the Lord who comes to men
With meffages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father's name
To fave our finful race.

5 Hofanna in the highest strains

The church on earth can raife;
The highest heav'ns in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.

PSALM CXVIII. 22,-27. Short Metre.

An Hofanna for the Lord's day; or, A new fong of falvation by Chrift.

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EE what a living Stone
The builders did refufe;

Yet God hath built his church thereon

In spite of envious Jews.

2 The fcribe and angry priest
Reject thine only Son;
Yet on this Rock shall Zion reft,
As the chief corner-stone.

3 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes;
This day declares it all divine,
This day did Jesus rise.

4 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and fing, and pray. Let all the church be glad.

5 Hofanna to the King

Of David's royal blood:
Blefs him ye faints; he comes to bring
Salvation from your God.

6 We bless thine holy word
Which all this grace difplays:
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our facrifice of praife.

PSALM CXVIII. 22, 27. Long Metre.

An hofanna for the Lord's day; or, A new fong of falvation by Chrift.

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O! what a glorious Corner-Stone
The Jewish builders did refufe;

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But God hath built his church thereon
In fpite of envy, and the Jews.
2 Great God, the work is all diviné,
The joy and wonder of our eyes;
This is the day that proves it thine,
The day that faw our Saviour rife,

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