5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong:
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue ?

6 Should burning arrows smite thee through, Strict justice would approve;

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But I had rather spare my foe,

And melt his heart with love.

PSALM 121. L. M.

Divine protection.

P to the hills I lift mine eyes,
The eternal hills beyond the skies;

Thence all her help my soul derives;
There my Almighty refuge lives.

2 He lives, the everlasting God,

That built the world, that spread the flood;
The heavens and all their hosts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

4 Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber nor surprise.

5 No sun shall smite thy head by day,
Nor the pale moon with sickly ray
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far.

6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return,
Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care
Defends thy life from every snare.
7 On thee foul spirits have no power;
And in thy last departing hour
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

PSALM 121. C. M.

Preservation by day and night.
10 heaven I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid;

The Lord that built the earth and skies
Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep;

His ear attends the softest call,
His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers
With his almighty arm,

And watch our most unguarded hours
Against surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord;

His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon,
Shall have his leave to smite;

He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night.

6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath Where thickest dangers come;

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Go, and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home.

PSALM 121. As the 148th Psalm.

God our preserver.

PWARDS I lift mine eyes,

From God is all my aid;

The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made;

God is the tower
To which I fly:
His grace is nigh
In every hour."

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My feet shall never slide
And 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.
No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening 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 and noon.

Hast thou not given thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath;
I'll go and come,

Nor fear to die,
Till from on high

Thou call me home.

PSALM 122. C. M.

Going to church.

How did my heart rejoice to hear

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, adorned 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 heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!

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

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

PSALM 122. Proper Tune.

Going to church.

H To hear the people cry,
JOW pleased and blest was I

'Come, let us seek our God to-day!".
Yes, with a cheerful zeal

We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round;

In thee our tribes appear,

To pray and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

There David's greater Son

Has fixed his royal throne,

He sits for grace and judgment there;
He bids the saint be glad,

He makes the sinner sad,

And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait

To bless the soul of every guest!
The man that seeks thy peace.
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!

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In thy compassion lies;

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

PSALM 124. L. M.

A song for the fifth of November.

HHad not the Lord maintained our side,
AD not the Lord, may Israel say,
When men, to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide:

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath,
So fiercely did the waters roll,

We had been swallowed deep in death,
Proud waters had o'erwhelmed our soul.

3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escaped 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 snare, Who saved us from the murdering sword, And made our lives and souls his care.

5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,

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

PSALM 125. C. M.

The saint's trial and safety.

UNSHAK

NSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains be,

Firm as a rock the soul shall rest

That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love
That every saint surround.

3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge
To drive them near to God,
Divine compassion does allay
The fury of the rod.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of Paradise,
Where Christ our Lord is gone.

5 But if we trace those crooked ways
That the old serpent drew,

The wrath that drove him first to hell
Shall smite his followers too.

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PSALM 125. S. M.

The saint's trial and safety; or, Moderated

afflictions.

IRM and unmoved are they

That rest their souls on God;

Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.

As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground,

So God and his almighty love
Embrace his saints around.

What though the Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke,

Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep

Its fury shall be broke.

Deal gently, Lord, with those

Whose faith and pious fear,

Whose hope, and love, and every grace

Proclaim their hearts sincere.

Nor shall the tyrant's rage

Too long oppress the saint;

The God of Israel will support

His children lest they faint.

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But if our slavish fear

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Will choose the road to hell,

We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126. L. M.

Surprising deliverance.

WHEN God restored our captive state,

Joy was our song, and grace our theme,
The grace beyond our hopes so great,
That joy appeared a painted 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 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.
4 The man that in his furrowed field
His scattered seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield
A welcome load of joyful sheaves.

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PSALM 126. C. M.

The joy of a remarkable conversion; or, Melancholy removed.

WHEN God revealed his gracious name

And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great.

2 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 owned the power divine;

Great is the work,' my heart replied,
And be the glory thine.'

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night,

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come,

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

6 Though seed lie buried long in dust,
It sha'n't deceive their hope;
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace insures the crop.

And pains to build the house are lost; If God the city will not keep,

The watchful guards as well might sleep. 2 What if you rise before the sun,

And work and toil when day is done, Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun that poverty you dread. 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest; He can make rich, yet give us rest: Children and friends are blessings too, If God our sovereign make them so. 4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends: How sweet our daily comforts prove, When they are seasoned with his love!

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PSALM 127. C. M.

God all in all.

IF God to work in vain;
F God to build the house deny,

And towns without his wakeful eye
An useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning beams arise,
Your painful work renew;
And till the stars ascend the skies,
Your tiresome toil pursue.

3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare;
In vain, till God has blest;
But if his smiles attend your care,
You shall have food and rest.

4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends
Shall real blessings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he sends,
If sent without his love.

PSALM 128. C. M.

Family blessings.

HAPPY man whose soul is filled
With zeal and reverent awe;
His lips to God their honours yield,
His life adorns the law.

2 A careful providence shall stand,
And ever guard thy head,
Shall on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly blessings shed.

3 [Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine,
Thy children round thy board,
Each like a plant of honour shine,
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 send thee blessings home.
5 This is the man whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase,
Shall see the sinking church arise,
Then leave the world in peace.

14 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And with impartial eye

Measured the mischiefs they had done,
Then let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surprised
To hear his thunders roll!
And all the foes of Zion seized

With horror to the soul.

6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky!

Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.

7 [What though they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath;

Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despised in death.]

8 [So corn that on the house-top stands
No hope of harvest gives;

The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.

9 It springs and withers on the place;
No traveller bestows

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A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.]

PSALM 130. C. M.

Pardoning grace.

OUT of the deeps of long distress,

The borders of despair,

I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.

2 Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,

No mortal flesh could stand.

3 But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree;

Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.]

5 Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes;

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And more intent than they;
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.

7 [Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face;

The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.

8 There 's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslaved;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Israel shall be saved.]

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PSALM 130. L. M.

Pardoning grace.

FROM deep distress and troubled thoughts

To thee, my God, I raised my cries:

If thou severely mark our faults,

No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love as well as fear.
3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long, and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?
4 My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.

7 Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.

8 Here let him hold a lasting throne;
And as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.

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PSALM 133. C. M.

Brotherly love.

LO! what an entertaining sight

Are brethren that agree,

Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety.

2 When streams of love from Christ the spring Descend to every soul,

And heavenly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,
On Aaron's reverend head;
The trickling drops perfumed his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,

Where God his mildest glory shews,
And makes his grace distil.

PSALM 133. S. M.

6 The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joys, shall shout and sing;
The Son of David here shall reign,
And Zion triumph in her King.

7 [Jesus shall see a numerous seed

Born here, to uphold his glorious name;
His crown shall flourish on his head,
While all his foes are clothed with shame.]

PSALM 132. 4, 5, 7, 8, 15-17. C. M.
A church established.

IN Good David would afford,

O sleep nor slumber to his eyes

Till he had found below the skies
A dwelling for the Lord.

2 The Lord in Zion placed his name,
His ark was settled there;

To Zion the whole nation came

To worship thrice a year.

3 But we have no such lengths to go, Nor wander far abroad;

Where'er thy saints assemble now, There is a house for God.]

And pleasure filled the room.

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The saints are blest above,

Where joy like morning dew distils,

And all the air is love.

PSALM 133. As the 122d Psalm.
The blessings of friendship.

HOW pleasant 'tis to see

Kindred and friends agree,
Each in their proper station move,
And each fulfil their part,
With sympathizing heart,

In all the cares of life and love!

'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's sacred head,

Divinely rich, divinely sweet;
The oil, through all the room,
Diffused a choice perfume,

Ran through his robes, and blest his feet.

Like fruitful showers of rain,

That water all the plain

Descending from the neighbouring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll

Through every friendly soul,

Where love like heavenly dew distils.

Repeat the first stanza to complete the tune.

2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts

With rays of quickening grace; The God that spreads the heavens abroad, And rules the swelling seas.

PSALM 135. 1-4, 14, 19-21. PART I. L. M. The church is God's house and care.

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PRAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name,

While in his holy courts ye wait,

Ye saints, that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.

2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good;
To praise his name is sweet employ:
Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.

3 The Lord himself will judge his saints;
He treats his servants as his friends;
And when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.
4 Through every age the Lord declares

His name, and breaks the oppressor's rod: He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known the almighty God. 5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priest exalt his name: Among his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem.

PSALM 135. 5-12. PART II. L. M.

The works of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and destruction of enemies.

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YREAT is the Lord, exalted high

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Above all powers and every throne: Whate'er he please in earth or sea, Or heaven or hell, his hand hath done. 2 At his command the vapours rise,

The lightnings flash, the thunders roar:
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempest from his airy store

3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,
O Egypt, through thy stubborn land;
When all thy first-born beasts and men
Fell dead by his avenging hand.
4 What mighty nations, mighty kings,
He slew, and their whole country gave
To Israel, whom his hand redeemed,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave!
5 His power the same, the same his grace,
That saves us from the hosts of hell;
And heaven he gives us to possess,
Whence those apostate angels fell.

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PSALM 135, C. M.

Praise due to God, not to idols.

AWAKE, ye saints; to praise your King

Your sweetest passions raise,

Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.

2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown Are his divine employ;

But still his saints are near his throne,

His treasure and his joy.

3 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapours rise;
Lightning and storm at his command
Sweep through the sounding skies.

4 All power that gods or kings have claimed Is found with him alone;

But heathen gods should ne'er be named
Where our Jehovah 's known,

5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering dust,
And pray to gold in vain.

IVE thanks to God the sovereign Lord, His mercies still endure; And be the King of kings adored,

His truth is ever sure.

2 What wonders hath his wisdom done!
How mighty is his hand!

Heaven, earth, and sea, he framed alone
How wide is his command!

3 The sun supplies the day with light;
How bright his counsels shine!
The moon and stars adorn the night;
His works are all divine.

4 [He struck the sons of Egypt dead;
How dreadful is his rod !
And thence with joy his people led;
How gracious is our God!

5 He cleft the swelling sea in two;
His arm is great in might;

And gave the tribes a passage through;
His power and grace unite.

6 But Pharaoh's army there he drowned;
How glorious are his ways!

And brought his saints through desert ground;
Eternal be his praise!

7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand;
Victorious is his sword;

While Israel took the promised land;
And faithful is his word.]

8 He saw the nations dead in sin;
He felt his pity move :

How sad the state the world was in!
How boundless was his love!

9 He sent to save us from our woe;
His goodness never fails;

From death, and hell, and every foe;
And still his grace prevails.

10 Give thanks to God the heavenly King;
His mercies still endure;

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Let the whole earth his praises sing;
His truth is ever sure.

PSALM 136. As the 148th Psalm. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and salvation of his people.

GIVE thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord,

The sovereign King of kings;
And be his grace adored.

His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

How mighty is his hand!
What wonders hath he done!

He formed the earth and seas,

And spread the heavens alone.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.