4 At home, abroad, in peace, in war, Thy God shall thee defend;* Conduct thee thro' life's pilgrimage. Safe to thy journey's end.

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PSALM 121. Second Part.

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Preservation by day and night.
PWARD I lift mine eyes;
From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:
God is the pow'r
To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In ev'ry hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,

Nor fall in fatal snares:

Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes,

'That never sleep,

Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head,
By night, at noon.

4 Hast thou not giv'n thy word
To save my soul from death?

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OW did my heart rejoice to hear

H My friends devoutly say,

"In Zion let us all appear,

"And keep the solemn day!" 2 I love her gates, I love the road: The church adorn'd with grace Stands, like a palace built for God, To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;

With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants blest.

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains:

There my best friends, my kindred dwell; There God, my Saviour, reigns.

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PSALM 123. C. M.

Pleading with submission.

THOU, whose grace and justice reign
Enthron'd above the skies;

To thee our hearts would tell their pain,
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As servants watch their master's hand,
And fear the angry stroke;
Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look:

3 So for our sins we justly feel
Thy discipline, O God;

Yet wait the gracious moment still,
Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those, that in wealth and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride;
And thy delays of mercy give.
Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes insult us, but our hope
In thy compassion lies:

This thought shall bear our spirits up,
That God will not despise.

PSALM 124. L. M.

Thanksgiving for deliverance from national calamities. AD not the Lord, may Israel

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say,

Had not the Lord maintain'd our side When men, to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide. 2 The swelling title 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 soul.

3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke;
So flies the bird with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke.
4 For ever blessed be the Lord,

Who broke the fowler's cursed share;
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword,
And made our lives and souls his care.
5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who form'd the earth, and built the skies; He, that upholds that wondrous frame, Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

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PSALM 125. S. M.

The trials and safety of believers.

IRM and unmov'd are they
That rest their souls on God;
Fix'd as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground,
So God and his almighty love
Embrace his saints around.

3 What, tho' the Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke,
Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep,
Its fury shall be broke.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with those,
Whose faith and pious fear,

Whose hope and love, and ev'ry grace,
Proclaim their hearts sincere.

5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage
Too long oppress the saint:

The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. 6 But if our slavish fear

Will choose the road to hell, We must receive our portion there, Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126. First Part. L. M.

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Praise for surprising deliverance to the nation. WHEN God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; A grace beyond our hopes so great, The joy appear'd but fancy's dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise; With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review'd our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow, PSALM 126. Second Part.* C. M.

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The joy of conversion.

God reveal'd his name,

And chang'd my mournful state,

My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great.

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

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

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