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PSA L M CXXIV.
Had not the Lord maintain'd our fide,
Rose like the swelling of the tide;
So fiercely did the waters roll,
Proud waters had o'er whelm'd our soul. 3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke;
When once the fowler's snare is broke. 4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's cursed snare,
And made our lives and fouls his care. 5 Our help is in Jehovah's came,
Who form'd the earth, and built the skies;
PSALM CXXV. Common Metre.
The saint's trial and safety,
And firm as mountains be,
That leans, O Lord, on thee. 2 Not walls nor hills, could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love
That ev'ry faint surround.
3. While tyrants are a smarting fcourge
To drive them near to God,
The fury of the rod.
And lead them safely on
Where Chrift their Lord is gone. 5 But if we trace those crooked ways.
That the old serpent drew,
Shall smite his followers too.
PSALM CXXV. Short Metre.
The faints trial and safety: or, Moderated afflictionso
1 TIRM 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 stood to guard
The city's facred ground, So God and his almighty love
Embrace his faints around.
Drop a chastizing Itroke,
Its fury shall be broke.
Whole faith and pious fear, Whole hope and love, and ev'ry grace
Proclaim their hearts fipcere.
WHEN God reftor'd our captive state,
5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage
Too long oppress the saint; The God of Isra'l will support;
His children, left they faint, 6 But if our flavish fear
Will chuse the road to hell,
Where bolder finners dwell.
Surprizing deliverance. 1
Joy was our fong, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes fo great,
That joy appear'd a painted dream.
Uowilling honours to thy name;
With chearful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish foy
He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field,
His fcatter'd feed with sadness leaves,
PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre.
And chang’d my mournfal state,
The grace appear'd lo great,
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confeis;
And lung surprizing grace. 3 “ Great is the work.” my neighbours cry'd,
And own'd the pow'r divine;
“And be the glory thine.”
Can give us day for night;
To rivers of delight.
Till the tair harvest come,
And thout the blessings home.
It shan't deceive their hope!
For grace iniures the crop.
PSALM CXXVII. Long Metre.
The bleling of God on the business and comforts of
life. F God
I and pains to build the houle are lost;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may neep. 2 What if you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done,
3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath bleft;
He can make rich, yet give us reft:
If God our lov'reign make them fo. 4 Happy the man to whom he fends
Obedient children, faithful friends :
prove When they are feason’d with his love! PSALM CXXVII. Common Metre.
God all in all,
The builders work in vain ;
An useless watch maintain.
Your painful work renew,
Your tiresome toil pursue. 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare;
In vain, till God has bleft;
You shall have food and rest.
Shall real blessings prove,
With zeal and rev'rend awe!
His life adorns the law..