Divides the finners from the faints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this facred place,
And joy a conftant guest!

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With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants bleft!

6 My foul fhall pray for Zion ftill,
While life or breath remains;
Where my best friends, my kindred dwell;
There God my favour reigns.

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PSALM CXXII. Proper tune.
Going to church.

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OW pleas'd and bleft was I,
To hear the people cry,

Come, let us feek our God to day;"
Yes, with a chearful zeal

We hafte to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.
2 Zion thrice happy place
Adorn'd with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round
In thee our tribes appear

To pray, and praife, and hear

The facred gofpel's joyful found.

3. There David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne,
He fits for grace and judgment there;
He bids the faints be glad,

He makes the finner fad,

And humble fouls rejoice with fear.

4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait

To blefs the foul of ev'ry guest;
The man that feeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,

A thousand bleffings on him reft!

5 My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this facred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell; And fince my glorious God

Makes thee his bleft abode,

My foul fhall ever love thee well.

Repeat the 4th Stanza to complete the tune.

PSALM

CXXIII.

Pleading with fubmiffion.
Thou whofe grace and juftice reign
Enthron'd above the skies,

To thee our hearts would tell their pain,
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As fervants watch their mafter's hand,
And fear the angry froke!

Or maids before their mistrefs stand,
And wait a peaceful look:

3 So for our fins we justly feel

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Thy difcipline,

God;

Yet wait the gracious moment ftill,

Till thou remove thy rod.

Thofe 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 compaffion lies;

This thought fhall bear our fpirits up,.
That God will not defpife.

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A Song for the fifth of November. AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay, Had not the Lord maintain'd our fide, When men, to make our lives a prey, Rofe like the fwelling of the tide; 2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll,

We had been swallow'd deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our foul. 3 We leap for joy, we fhout and fing Who juft efcap'd the fatal ftroke; So flies the bird with chearful wing, When once the fowler's fnare is broke. 4 For ever bleffed be the Lord,

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Who broke the fowler's curfed fnare,
Who fav'd us from the murd'ring fword,
And made our lives and fouls his care.
5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,

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Who form'd the earth, and built the fkies;
He that upholds that wond'rous frame,
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

PSALM CXXV. Common Metre.
The faint's trial and fafety.

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NSHAKEN as the facred hill,
And firm as mountains be,

Firm as a rock the foul fhall rest

That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls nor hills, could guard fo well
Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love
That ev'ry faint furround.

3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge
To drive them near to God,
Divine compaffion does allay
The fury of the rod.

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Deal gently, Lord, with fouls fincere,
And lead them fafely on

To the bright gates of paradise,

Where Chrift their Lord is gone.

5 But if we trace those crooked ways.
That the old ferpent drew,

The wrath that drove him firft to hell
Shall fmite his followers too.

PSALM CXXV. Short Metre.

The faints trial and fafety: or, Moderated afflictions.

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IRM and unmov'd are they
That reft their fouls on God;

Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains food to guard
The city's facred ground,

So God and his almighty love
Embrace his faints around.

3 What tho' the Father's rod
Drop a chaftizing ftroke,

Yet left it wound their fouls too deep,
Its fury fhall be broke.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with those

Whofe faith and pious fear,

Whole hope and love, and ev'ry grace
Proclaim their hearts fincere.

5 Nor fhall the tyrant's rage Too long opprefs the faint; The God of Ifra'l will fupport; His children, left they faint, 6 But if our flavish fear

Will chufe the road to hell,
We must expect our portion there,
Where bolder finners dwell.

PSALM CXXVI. Long Metre,
Surprizing deliverance.

7HEN God reftor'd our captive state,

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Joy was our fong, and grace our theme;

The grace beyond our hopes fo great,
That joy appear'd a painted dream.
2 The fcoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy name;

While we with pleasure shout thy praise,
With chearful notes thy love proclaim.
3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish fo
With God we left our flowing tears,
He makes our joys like rivers flow.
4 The man that in his furrow'd field,
His fcatter'd feed with fadnefs leaves,
Will fhout to see the harveft yield
A welcome load of joyful theaves.

PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre. The joy of a remarkable converfion; or, Melancholy

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removed.

HEN God reveal'd his gracious name,
And chang'd my mournful ftate,

My rapture feem'd a pleafing dream,
The grace appear'd fo great.