2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confefs;

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My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And fung furprizing grace.

"Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd,
And own'd the pow'r divine;

"Great is the work," my heart reply'd,
"And be the glory thine."

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;

Make drops of facred forrow rife
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come,

They fhall confefs their sheaves are great,
And fhout the bleffings home.

6 Tho' feed lye bury'd long in dust,
It fhan't deceive their hope!
The precious grain can ne'er be loft,
For grace iniures the crop.

PSALM CXXVII. Long Metre.

The bleffing of God on the business and comforts of life.

F God fucceed not, all the coft
And pains to build the hole are loft;

If God the city will not keep,

The watchful guards as well may fleep.
2 What if you rife before the fun,
And work and toil when day is done,
Careful and fparing eat your bread,
To fhun that poverty you dread..

3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath bleft;
He can make rich, yet give us rest:
Children and friends are bleffings too,
If God our fov'reign make them fo.
4 Happy the man to whom he fends
Obedient children, faithful friends:
How fweet our daily comforts prove
When they are feafon'd with his love!
PSALM CXXVII. Common Metre.
God all in all.

God to build the house deny,
The builders work in vain;
And towns without his wakeful

An useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning-beams arife,
Your painful work renew,

And till the stars afcend the skies
Your tiresome toil purfue.

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3 Short be your fleep, and coarfe your fare; In vain, till God has bleft; But if his fmiles attend your care,

You fhall have food and reft.

4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Shall real bleffings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he fends,
If fent without his love.

PSALM CXXVIII.

Family bleffings.

HAPPY man, whofe foul is fill'd

With zeal and rev'rend awe!

His lips to God their honours yield,

His life adorns the law..

2 A careful providence shall stand
And ever guard thy head,
Shall on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly bleffings fhed.

3 Thy wife fhall be a fruitful vine;
Thy children round thy board,
Each like a plant of honour fhine,.
And learn to fear the Lord.

4 The Lord shall thy beft hopes fulfil
For months and years to come;
The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill
Shall fend thee bleffings home.
5 This is the man whofe happy eyes
Shall fee his houfe increase,

Shall fee the finking church arife,
Then leave the world in peace.

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PSALM CXXIX.

Perfecutors punished.

P from my youth, may Ifra'l fay.
Have I been nurs'd in tears;

My griefs were conftant as the day,
And tedious as the years.

2 Up from my youth I bore the rage,
Of all the fons of ftrife;
Oft they affail'd my riper age,
But not deftroy'd my life.

3 Their cruel plow had torn my flesh, With furrows long and deep,

Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh,
Nor let my forrows fleep.

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye,

Meafur'd the mischiefs they had done,
Then let his arrows fly.

5 How was their infolence furpriz'd,
To hear his thunders roll!
And all the foes of Zion feiz'd
With horror to the foul.

6 Thus fhall the men that hate the faints, Be blafted from the sky;

Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.

7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath;
Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lye defpis'd in death,]

8 [So corn that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives;

The reaper ne'er fhall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the fheaves.

9 It fprings and withers on the place;
No traveller bestows

A word of bleffing on the grafs,
Nor minds it as he goes.]

PSALM CXXX.

Common Metre.

Pardoning grace.

UT of the deeps of long diftrefs,
The borders of despair,

I fent my cries to feek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.

2 Great God, fhould thy feverer eye,
And thine impartial hand,

Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand.

3 But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;

Thy Son, has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

4 [I wait for thy falvation, Lord,
With strong defires I wait;
My foul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.]

5 [Juft as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,

Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes:

6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace,
And more intent than they,
Meets the firft op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]

7 Then in the Lord let Ifra'l truft,
Let Ifra'l feek his face;

The Lord is good as well as juft,
And plenteous in his grace.

8 There's full redemption at his throne
For finners long enflav'd;

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The great Redeemer is his fon:
And Ifra'l fhall be fav'd.

PSALM CXXX. Long Metre.
Pardoning grace.

FROM deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts,

To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries:

If thou feverely mark our faults,

No flesh can ftand before thine eyes.

2 But thou haft built thy throne of grace Free to difpenfe thy pardons there,