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That his kind Favors ever laft,
Let thankful Ifrael say. 2 Their Sense of his eternal Love
Let upright Souls express : And that it never fails, let all
Who fear the Lord confefs. 3 Far better 'tis to trust in God,
And have the Lord our Friend,
For Safety to depend.
Whom God will faye from Harm :
By his almighty Arm.
But still prolongs their Days, That by declaring all his Works,
They may advănée his Praise.
Exalt their cheatful Voice':.
And make us still rejoice.
Let all th. Affembly bless;
“ Will with him good Success." 8 God is the Lord, thro' whom we all
Both Light and Comfort find; He's nigh to those who on him call,
To Mercy e'er inclin’d. 90 then let all give Thanks to God,
Who still does gracious prove ;** And let the Tribute oftaur Praise
Be endless as his Love.
PSALM CXVIII. Third Version. WATTS,
. Christ the Foundation of this purch. EHOLD the sure Foundation-Stone
Which God in Zion lays
To build our heav'nly Hopes upon,
And his eternal Praise.
And Saints revere the Name,
Nor shall they suffer Shame.
Reject it with Disdain ;
And Envy rage in vain.
Yet must this Building rise :
And wond'rous in our Eyes.
An Hosanna for the Lord's Day.
The Jewish Builders did refuse ;
In Spight of Envy and the Jews.
The Joy and Wonder of our Eyes :
The Day that saw our Saviour rise.
Hosanna, let his Name be blest;
With Peace and Light and Glory rest! 4 In God's own Name he comes to bring
Salvation to our dying Race;
PSALM CXVIII. Fifth Version. DODDRIDGE.
Praise for Recovery from Sickness.
And, while I smart beneath thy Rod,
2 To thee in my Distress I cry'd,
And thou hast bow'd thine Ear;
And brought Salvation near.
That, with the pious Throng, I may record my folemn Vows,
And tune my grateful Song.
Renews our lab'ring Breath :
Triumphant e'en in Death.
Those heav'nly Gates display,
For ever flee away.
With Raptures bow around, My Anthems to deliv'ring Grace
In sweeter Strains shall found.
PSALM CXIX. First Version. Merrick
And stedfást walk th' all-perfect Way!
Thy Presence seek, almighty Sire. 2 My Feet thy Guidance own; my
Nor Shame nor Dread my Soul shall seize. 3 Thy Voice has charg'd me to fulfil
The Dictates of thy heay’nly Will:
Attentive to the Talk apply.
Shall swell with Joy my faithful Breaft,
In Innocence direct its way?
The ever faithful Guide shall find,
With full Defire, great God, has fought:
Impelld, from thy Direction stray.
From Sin's Assault my Heart shall Thield;
O write within my Mind thy Word ;
That Word, whose Rules from Day to Day
I keep, and view them o'er and o’er:
My Soul's Attention shall employ ;
Grant me to live conform’d to thee,
The Wonders of thy Law survey.
Thro’ Life's wild Maze a Pilgrim roam,
3 With ardent Zeal, with strong Desire,
My Thoughts to thy Decrees aspire;
Shall each opprobrious Tongue refute,
While, fill'd with sacred Joy, my Soul
Hope in divine Mercy.
O reach me, Lord, thy promis’d Aid;
Thy pitying Ear, great God, halt bow'd;
The Wonders of thy Grace survey :
That Grace its Succours shall bestow,
Let me, with holy Transport warm,
From Falsehood's Path abhorrent turn.
Thy Judgments fix'd before my View
O give me thou by thele to frame
(As onward these my Steps invite)
Imploring divine Inftruction.
So to my Life's remotest Day,