2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confefs; ३ My tongue broke out in unknown strains, "Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd, "Great is the work," my heart reply'd, 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Make drops of facred forrow rife 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait They fhall confefs their sheaves are great, 6 Tho' feed lye bury'd long in dust, PSALM CXXVII. Long Metre. The bleffing of God on the business and comforts of life. F God fucceed not, all the coft If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may fleep. 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath bleft; God to build the house deny, An useless watch maintain. 2 Before the morning-beams arife, And till the stars afcend the skies eye, 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, 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 3 Thy wife fhall be a fruitful vine; 4 The Lord shall thy beft hopes fulfil Shall fee the finking church arife, U PSALM CXXIX. Perfecutors punished. P from my youth, may Ifra'l fay. My griefs were conftant as the day, 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage, 3 Their cruel plow had torn my flesh, With furrows long and deep, Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh, 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye, Meafur'd the mischiefs they had done, 5 How was their infolence furpriz'd, 6 Thus fhall the men that hate the faints, Be blafted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, 7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair, 8 [So corn that on the house-top stands, The reaper ne'er fhall fill his hands, 9 It fprings and withers on the place; A word of bleffing on the grafs, PSALM CXXX. Common Metre. Pardoning grace. UT of the deeps of long diftrefs, I fent my cries to feek thy grace, 2 Great God, fhould thy feverer eye, Mark and revenge iniquity, 3 But there are pardons with my God Thy Son, has bought them with his blood, 4 [I wait for thy falvation, Lord, 5 [Juft as the guards that keep the night Watch the first beams of breaking light, 6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace, 7 Then in the Lord let Ifra'l truft, The Lord is good as well as juft, 8 There's full redemption at his throne I The great Redeemer is his fon: PSALM CXXX. Long Metre. 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, |