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PSALM CXXI. Fourth Version. WATTS, 1 O Heav'n I lift my waiting Eyes, There all
my Hopes are laid: The Lord, who built the Earth and Skies
Is my perpetual Aid:
Whom he designs to keep;
His Eyes can never sleep.
With his almighty Arm,
Against surprising Harm. 4 Ifrael rejoice and rest secure,
Thy Keeper is the Lord;
For thine eternal Guard.
Shall have his Leave to smite ;
From blasting Damps at Night.
Where thickest Dangers come;
Till God command thee Home.
PSALM CXXI. Fifth Verlion. WATTS.
From God is all my Aid ;
God is the Tow's
In ev'ry Hour.
And fall in fatal Snares,
Guard and Guide
Those wakeful Eyes
When Dangers rise.
Thou art my Sun,
By Night or Noon. 4
Haft thou not giv’n thy Word
Thou call me Home
HE joyful Morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honor'd Dome
And tread the hallow'd Floor. 2 Hither from Judah's utmost End,
The Heav'n-protected Tribes afcend;
Their Off'rings hither bring:
And hail th' immortal King,
To Jacob's God we pray :
4 O may's thou, free from hostile Fear,
Nor War's wild Waltes deplore:
Distribute all her Store.
To bless thy loy'r Abode ?
The Mansions of God?
PSALM CXXII. Second Verfion. WATTS.
to Going to Church I LOW did my Heart rejoice to hear
My Friends devoutly say,
“ And keep the folemn Day!" 2 I love her Gates, I love the Road;
The Church adorn'd with Grace Stands like a Palace built for God
Ta lhew his milder Face.
And Joy a constant Guest !
Be her Attendants bleit! 4 My Soul Mall
pray for Zion still,
There God my Saviour reigns..
OW pleas'd and bleft was I
To hear the People cry, Come, let us seek our God To-Day;.
Yes, with a chearful Zeal
We haste to Zion's Hill,
Val or there my Friends and Kindred dwell;
Zion, thrice happy Place,
In thee our Tribes appear
praise, and hear
May Peace attend thy Gate,
And Joy within thee wait 5,0.12,3 To bless the Soul of ev'ry Guest !
The Man who seeks thy Peace, za BE. And wishes thine Encrease,
A thousand Blessings on him reft !
My Tongue repeats her Vows,
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his bleft Abode,
PSALM CXXIV. First Version. Merrick.
Our Cause, when adverse Hosts to war
Snatch'd from their Jaws th’expected Prey.
mounts upon the Wing,
4 When Woes, when Dangers round us rife,
On him alone our Strength relies ;
PSALM CXXIV. Second Version. TATE.
Praise for public Deliverance.
Been pleas'd to interpose;
When Men against us rose;
And rag'd without Controul;
Had quite o'erwhelm’d our Soul. 3 But prais'd be our eternal Lord,
Who rescu'd us that Day,
Our threaten'd Lives a Prey. 4 Our Soul is like a Bird escap'd
Out of the Fowler's Net;
And we at Freedom set.
Our Confidence remains,
of both fole Monarch reigns.
AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay,
Had not the Lord maintain'd our Side, When Men, to make our Lives a Prey,
Rofe like the Swelling of the Tide.
So fiercely did the Waters roll,