Divides the finners from the faints, 5 Peace be within this facred place, 1 With holy gifts and heav'nly grace 6 My foul fhall pray for Zion ftill, I PSALM CXXII. Proper tune. H% OW pleas'd and bleft was I, Come, let us feek our God to day;" We hafte to Zion's hill, And walls of strength embrace thee round To pray, and praife, and hear The facred gofpel's joyful found. 3. There David's greater Son 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; 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. To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 2 As fervants watch their mafter's hand, Or maids before their mistrefs stand, 3 So for our fins we justly feel 4 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,. HA 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, 4 Who broke the fowler's curfed fnare, I Who form'd the earth, and built the fkies; PSALM CXXV. Common Metre. UNSHA NSHAKEN as the facred hill, Firm as a rock the foul fhall rest That leans, O Lord, on thee. 2 Not walls nor hills, could guard fo well As those eternal arms of love 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge 4 Deal gently, Lord, with fouls fincere, To the bright gates of paradise, Where Chrift their Lord is gone. 5 But if we trace those crooked ways. The wrath that drove him firft to hell PSALM CXXV. Short Metre. The faints trial and fafety: or, Moderated afflictions. I IRM and unmov'd are they Firm as the mount where David dwelt, 2 As mountains food to guard So God and his almighty love 3 What tho' the Father's rod Yet left it wound their fouls too deep, 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whofe faith and pious fear, Whole hope and love, and ev'ry grace 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, PSALM CXXVI. Long Metre, 7HEN God reftor'd our captive state, WHE The grace beyond our hopes fo great, While we with pleasure shout thy praise, PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre. The joy of a remarkable converfion; or, Melancholy W removed. HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, My rapture feem'd a pleafing dream, |