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3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;

His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the ev’ning veil, and keeps

The filent hours while Isra'l sleeps. 4 Ifra'l a name divinely blest,

May rise fecure, securely reft;
The holy Guardian's wakeful eyes

Admit no flumber nor furprise.
5 No sun Mhall smite thy head by day,

Nor the pale moon' with fickly ray
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star

Dart his maligoant fire so far. 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,

Still thou shalt go, and still return
Safe in the Lord! his heav'nly care

Defends thy life from ev'ry fnare,
7 On thee foul spirits have no pow'r;

And in thy last departing hour
Angels that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.


PSALM CXXI. Common Metre.

Preservation by day and night.
10 heav'n I lift my waiting eyes,

There all my hopes are laid;
The Lord that built the earth and skies

Is my perpetual aid.
2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,

Whom he designs to keep;
His ear attends the fofteft call;

His eyes can never sleep.
3 He will sustain our weakest pow'rs

With his almighty arm,

And watch our most unguarded hours

Against surprising harm. 4 Ifra'l rejoice, and rest secure,

Thy keeper is the Lord;
His wakeful eyes employ his pow'r

For thine eternal guard.
5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon

Shall have his leave to imite;
He shields thy head from burning noon,

From blasting damps at night.
6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath,

Where thickest dangers come;
Go and return, secure from death,

Till God commands thee home.

PSALM CXXI. As the 148th Psalm,


God our preserver. I

Pward I lift mine eyes,

From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made;

God is the tow'r
To which I fly;
His grace is nigh

In ev'ry hour.
2 My feet shall never dide,

And fall in fatal fnares,
Since God my guard and guide
Defends me from my fears,

Thole wakeful eyes
That never sleep
Shall I!ra'l keep
Whea dangers rise.


3 No burning heats by day,

Nor blasts of ev’ning air
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:

Thou art my suo,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head

By night or noon.
4 Hast thou not giv'o thy word

To save my soul from death!
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath;

1'll go come,
Nor fear to die,
Till from on high
Thou call me home.



PSALM CXXII. Common Metre,

Going to church.
Ow did my heart rejoice to hear

My friends devoutly say,
In Zion let us all appear,

" And keep the solemo day!” 2 I love her gates, I love the road;

The church adorn'd with grace
Stands like a palace built for God

To flew his milder face.
3. Up to her courts with joys unknown

The holy tribes repair ;
The Son of David holds his throne,

And sits in judgmint there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints !

And while his awful voice

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Divides the fioners from the faints,

We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this facred place,

And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav'nly' grace

Be her attendants blest!
6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,

While life or breath remains;
Where my best friends, my kindred dwell;
There God my faviour reigas.
PSALM CXXII. Proper tune.

Going to church.
OW pleasʼd and blest was I,

To hear the people cry,
« Come, let us feek our God to day;".

Yes, with a chearful zeal

We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. 2. Zion thrice happy place

Adoro'd with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round:

Io thee our tribes appear

To pray, and praile, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 There David's greater Son

Has fix'd his royal throne,
He fits for grace and judgment there;

He bids the saints be glad,

He makes the fipper fad,
Agd humble fouls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait

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To bless the soul of ev'ry guest;

The man that seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him reft! 5 My tongue repeats her vows,

" Peace to this facred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell;

And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
Repeat the 4th stanza to complete the tune.


Pleading with submission.
I Thou whose grace and justice reiga

Enthron'd above the skies,
To thee our hearts would tell their pain,

To thee we lift our eyes.
2. As servants watch their master's hand,

And fear the angry firoke !
Or maids before their mistress stand,

And wait a peaceful look: 3 So for our fins we juftly feel

Thy discipline, O God;
Yet wait the gracious moment still,

Till thou remove thy rod.
4 Those that in wealth and pleasure live,

Our daily groans deride, And thy delays of mercy give

Fresh courage to their pride. $ Our foes infult us, but our hope

In thy compassion lies;
This thought shall bear our spirits up,

That God will not despise.

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