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Which does so rich a Table spread
In this far diftant Land.
In gushing Torrents flow ;
Thy guiding Instinct know.
Rain down delicious Bread ; And by light Drops of pearly Dew
Are num'rous Armies fed. 4 Supported thus, thine Ifrael march'd
The promis'd Land to gain: And shall thy Children now begin 1
To seek their God in vain ?
Or does thy Mercy fail?
And anxious Cares prevail ?
I feel my
PSA L M LXXXI. Watts,
The Warnings of God to his people.
And make a joyful Noise :
Let Ifrael hear his Voice.
“ Preserve my Worship clean ;
“From Slavery and Sin. 3
“ Stretch thy Desires abroad,
“ And I'll supply them well; 6. But if
“ I'll leave them, saith the Lord,
“ To their own Lufts a Prey,
“ 'Tis their own chosen Way.
“ Yet, O! that all my Saints,
“ Would hearken to my Voice!
“ And bid their Hearts rejoice.
“ While I destroy their Foes,
PS A M LXXXII. WATTS.
A greater Ruler takes his Seat;
Or why support th' unrighteous Cause?
That Sinners vex the Just no more?
Dark are the ways in which they go:
For they shall fall and die like Men.
Th' Oppress'd redeem, the Proud chastise,
Till Man's whole Offspring, thee alone
Their Lord, and just Poffeffor, own.
The Happiness of true Worshippers.
Tha To list
With ardent Hope, with strong Desire,
My Heart, my Flesh, to thee aspire. 2 Eternal King, within thy Dome
The Sparrow finds her peaceful Home;
PSA L M
mv Saint my Voice!
The Scream in Secure the thirsty Vale they tread,
a Wernig: 35 From Stage' to Stage advancing still, -s of the German And, proftrate at her hallow'd Shrine, 4 LXXXD, I
zich the Lost their Complai is rejoice
. Flock, mis Seat;
With her the Dove, a licens'd Guest,
Affiduous tends her infant Neft. se dang tu ka Bleft, who, like these, from Day to Day
Within thy House permitted stay, noien Way
Whose joyous Tongue'thy Mercies raise
And, Salem's distant Tow'rs in View, i Foes,
With active Zeal their way pursue :
While, call?d from out their fandy Bed,
Behold them reach fair Sion's Hill,
Delight in public Worship.
Thou, whom Heav’n’s high Hosts revere, Poor,
Look down, our only Hope! look down ;
Behold us, but without a Frown. bey bu. 20 let thy Beams, in Mercy shed,
Stream copious on thy Servant's Head;
To thee, great God, resign their Care.
That Day a thousand fhall excel :
And guard th’ Approaches of thy Gate,
Than, mix'd with Men of impious Mind,
Its dazzling Splendors o'er my Head.
Thy Love shall Grace and Glory yield,
how fe here,
PSALM LXXXIV. Second Version. TATE.
is the Place,
The Brightness of thy Face !
To view thy bleft Abode;
For thee the living God.
How highly bless'd are they
And there thy Praise display!
Their sure Protection made,
That to thy Dwelling lead.
'Tis better to attend,
A thousand Days to spend.
The meanest Office take,
My pompous Dwelling make.
Will Grace and Glory give;
From those who juftly live.
How highly bless'd is he
Is still repos'd on thee?
The Pleasure of public Worship.
O Lord of Hofts, thy Dwellings are !
2 Bleft are the Saints who fit on high
Around thy Throne of Majesty ;
And all their work is Praise and Love.
And seek thy Face, and learn thy Praise. 4 Blest are the Men whose Hearts are set
To find the Way to Zion's Gate;
They lean upon their Helper God.
Till all shall meet in Heav'n at length,
REAT God, attend while Zion sings
The Joy that from thy Presence springs :
Exceeds a thousand Days of Mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest Place
Within thine House, O God of Grace,
Should tempt my Feet to leave thy Door. 3
God is our Sun, he makes our Day;
From Foes without and Foes within. 4
All needful Grace will God bestow,
Y Soul, how lovely is the Place
To which thy God resorts !