Thou art my light, 4 Haft thou not promis'd, Lord, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. WATTS. Pfalm CXXII. Common Metre. [*] For the Lord's Day Morning. EHOLD the rifing dawn appear, BE Which calls our willing feet To tread thy courts, O God, and here ; 2 Fair Zion's gates are our delight; 3 We love the place where Zion's Lord 4 With reverend awe and godly fear, For thou the fervent prayer wilt hear, 5 Peace be within this hallow'd place, With holy gifts, and heav'nly grace, 6 Our foul fhall pray for Zion still, WATTS and MERRICK, united and varied. Pfalm CXXII. Particular Metre. [ The Pleasure of Public Worfeip. OW does my heart rejoice H To hear the public voice, "Come, let us feek our God to-day !” We'll hafte to Zion's hill, Adorn'd with wond'rous grace, And walls of ftrength enclofe thee round; To pray, and praife, and hear Hath plac'd his royal throne, He makes the wicked fad; The man who seeks thy peace, For here my friends and brethren dwell; Makes thee his bleft abode, My foul fhall ever love thee well. WATTS. Pfalm CXXIII. Common Metre. [b] THOU, whofe grace and juftice reign, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 2 As fervants watch their master's hand, 3 So for our fins we justly feel Fresh courage to their pride. 5 Our foes infult us; but our hope This thought fhall bear our spirits up, WATTS Pfalm CXXIV. H Long Meire. Deliverance from Enemies. AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay, Had not the Lord maintain'd our fide, When men, to make our lives a prey, Rofe like the fwelling of the tide; 2 The fwelling tide had flopt our breath, So fiercely did the billows roll; 3 We had been fwallow'd deep in death; We leap for joy, we fhout and fing, Who broke the fowler's deadly fnare; Who form'd the earth and built the fkies; And guards his church with wakeful eyes. WATTS, Plaim CXXV. Common Metre. [* or b] U Trial and Safety. NSHAKEN as the facred hill, When tempests rife, the foul fhall ftand, 2 As lofty mountains ftood to guard. So God's almighty power and love Though he permit the tyrant's rod 4 The Lord will gently deal with thofe, Whofe faith, and hope, and every grace WATTS, varied. Plalm CXXVI. Common Metre. [*] Remarkable Deliverance. HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, Our rapture feem'd a pleafing dream, 2 "Great is the work," our brethren cry'd, 3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of facred forrow rife To rivers of delight. 4 Let thofe who fow in fadnefs, wait They fhall confefs their fheaves are great, 5 The feed, though buried long in duft, The precious grain cannot be loft, WATTS |