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But we shall live to fing thy grace,
And tell the world thy pow'r to fave.

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PSALM CXV. Second Metre. As the new tune

of the goth Pfalm.

Popish idolatry reproved.
A Psalm for the 5th of November.
TOT to our names, thou only just and true

Not to our worthless names is glory duc: rhy pow'r and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honours to thy sov'reigo name, Shine thro’the earth from heav'n thy blest abode, Nor let the Heathens fay, And where's your God? ? Heav'n is thine higher court: There stands thy

throne, And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done: Our God fram'd all this earth, these heav'as he

spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made; The kneeling croud, with looks devout, behold Their silver-faviours, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artfal shapes of eyes and ears The molten image neither fees nor hears: Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, northought, nor pow'r,

por love; Yet fottich mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their movelcss faints. 1 The rich have statues well adoro'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock Lopt from a tree, of broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the folemn trade, And trust the gods that faws and hammers made.]

5 Be hear'n and earth amaz'd ! 'Tis hard to fag
Which is more ftupid, or their gods, or they.
O Isra'l, trust the Lord: he hears and fees,
He knows thy forrows, and restores thy peace:
His worship does a thouland comforts yield,
He is thy help, and he thine heav'nly shield.
6 O Britain, trust the Lord: Thy foes in vain
Attempt thy ruin, and oppose his reign;
Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days
And death and silence had forbid his praise:
But we are fav'd, and live: let fongs arise,
And Britain bless the God that built the skies.

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PSALM CXVI. First Part.

Recovery from Sickness.
Love the Lord: he heard my cries,

And pity'd ev'ry groan:
Long as I live, when troubles rise,

I'll hasten to his throne.
2. I love the Lord: he' bow'd his ear,

And chas'd my griefs away;
O let my heart no more despair,

While I have breath to pray !
3 My flesh declio'd, my spirits fell,

And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs, and fears of hell

Perplex'd my wakeful head
4."My God, I cry'd, thy servant save,

• Thou ever good and just;
Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave,

“ Thy pow'r is all my trust.
The Lord beheld me fore distrest,

He bids my pains remove;

5

Return, my soul, to God thy rest,

For thou hast known his love.
6 My God hath sav'd my foul froin death,

And dry'd my falling tears:
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,

And my remainiog years.

PSALM CXVI. 12, &c. Second Part.

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Vows made in trouble paid in the church; or, Public

thanks for private deliverance. THAT shall I render to my God

For all his kindness shown! My feet shall visit thine abode,

My fongs address thy thrope.
2 Among the saints that fill thine house

My off'rings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows

My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy thy delight,

Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight!

How precious is their blood ! 4 How happy all thy servants are !

How great thy grace to me!
My life, which thou hast made thy care,

Lord, I devote to thee.
5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,

Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath lopsd my bonds of pain,

And bound me with thy love.
6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;

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Witness, ye faints, who hear me now,

If I forsake the Lord.

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PSALM CXVII, Common Metre.

Praise 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 suog.
2 His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land;

Proclaim his grace abroad;
For ever firm his truth fhall stand;

Praise ye the faithful God.

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PSALM CXVII. Long Metre.
ROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung

Thro' ev'ry land, by ey'ry tongue.
2 Eterpai are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word:
Thy praise shall found from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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PSALM CXVII. Short Metre.

Lord
Shall found thro' distant lands;
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word:

Thy truth for ever stands.
2 Far be thine honour spread,

And long thy praile endure,
Till morning light and ev’ning shade

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, Ver

faith afraid
. What all the fons of earth can do,
re Since heay'n affords its aid.
"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.
3 Like bees my foes befet me round,

A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound

By thine almighty arm.
4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong,

In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How chearful is

my

voice!
5 Like angry bees they girt me round;

When God appears they fly:
So burning thorns with crackling sound,

Make a fierce blaze and die.
6 Joy to the faints, and peace belongs;

The Lord protects their days:
Let Isra'l tune immortal songs

To his almighty grace.
PSALM CXVIII. Second Part.

Second Part. 17,-21.
Public praise

for deliverance from death. ORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry,

And rescu'd from the grave:
Now shall be live; (and none can die,
If God resolve to fave.)

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