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2 A careful providence shall stand
And ever guard thy head,
Its kindly blessings shed.
Thy children round thy board,
And learn to fear the Lord. 4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil
For months and years to come; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill
Shall feod thee blessings home.
Shall see his house increale,
Persecutors punished. I TP from my youth, may Isra’l say. Have I been nurs'd is
tears ; My griefs were conftaot as the day,
And tedious as the years.
Of all the fons of strife;
But not destroy'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 sleep. 4 The Lord grew angry on his thrope,
And with impartial eye,
Measur'd the mischiefs they had done,
Then let his arrows fly.
To hear his thunders roll!
With horror to the soul. 6 Thus shall the men that hate the faints,
Be blasted from the sky;
And all their projects die.
They have no root beneath;
And lye defpis’d in death,]
No hope of harvest gives;
Nor binder fold the heaves.
No traveller bestows
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
And thine impartial hand,
No mortal Resh could stand.
3 But there are pardong with my God
For crimes of high degree;
To draw us near to thee.
With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.]
Long for the morning skies,
And meet them with their eyes: 6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And more intent than they, Meets the first op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]
Let Isra'l seek his face;
And plenteous in his grace.
For finners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his son:
And Ifra'l shall be sav'd.
PSALM CXXX. Long Metre.
To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries:
grace Free to dispense thy pardous there,
That singers may approach thy face,
And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and with for breaking day,
When will my God his face display? 4. My trust is fix'd upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word io'vain;
And find relief from all their pain.
Thro’ the redemption of his Son:
Humility and submision. rs there ambition in my heart?
Search pácious God, and feet
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.
And all my carriage mild,
And quiet as a child.
Shall have a large reward :
And trust a faithful Lord.
CXXXII. 5,13-18. Long Metre, tler,ent of a church; or, The ordination of
An habitation'for our God.
Amongst the sons of flesh and blood? 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his antient reft;
His church is with his presence blest. 3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign for ever, faith the Lord;
And blessings shall attend my word. 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor,
And fill their fouls with living bread;
My priests, my ministers shall shine:
Made an appearance fo divine. 6 The faints, unable to contain
Their inward joys, shall shout and sing;
And Zion triumph in her King. 7 Jelus shall see a num'rous feed
Born here, t' uphold his glorious name;