To my relief the Savior came,
And snatch'd me from the grave.
5 Jesus beheld me sore distrest,
And did my fears control,
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For God has biest my soul.

6 'Twas God, who sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

PSALM 116. Part 2. C. M.

The cup of salvatim.

WHAT shall I render God my King,
Who does such grace afford?
What grateful offering shall I bring,
For health again restor❜d?

2. I'll take the cup, the sacred cup,
That Jesus gave us all,
And in his holy presence sup,
While on his name I call.

3 Among the saints, a praising throng,"
I'll celebrate his love;
Angels shall join the cheerful song,

In loftier strains above.

4 Our heavenly Father with delight,
Looks down on suffering saints,
Their death is precious in his sight,
He pities their complaints.

5 I, Lord, am thine, by solemn oath
I bind myself to thee;

Behold thy Son, and servant both,
And keep thy servant free.

6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;

Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord...

PSALM 117. C. M.

Praise to God from all nations. {

1 O, PRAISE the Lord, with sacred joy
And heavenly rapture sing;

Ye nations, all your tongues employ
To bless the 'eternal/King.

2 How great to man his mercies seem,
He lov'd our sinful race,

And did the world from hell redeem,
Praise the God of grace.

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PSALM 117. L. M.

1 FROM all who dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
In every land, by every tongue.
2 Thy mercies, Lord, are great and sure,
Thy truth for ever must endure,

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Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 'Till suns shall set and rise no more.

PSALM 117. S. M.

LO, PRAISE the 'eternal King,
Who reigns in heaven above;
For joy let all the nations sing,
Triumphing in his love.

2 His promises stand fast,
His favors are divine,

His truth shall earth and skies outlast,
And suns and stars outshine.

PSALM 118. Part 1. C. M.

Everlasting mercy.

I GIVE thanks to God the sovreign Lord,

Adore the Savior's name;

People and priests with sweet accord,
His heavenly love proclaim.

2 Let Israel say, let Zion tell,

What God for man has done, Who to redeem the world from hell, Gave up his only Son.

3 Let all who make the Lord their fear,
Approach his sacred face,

With humble faith and love draw near,
To 'accept his offer'd grace.

4 He saw us plung'd in deep distress,
And brought salvation nigh;
O, for a shousand tongues to bless
The God, who reigns on high.

PSALM 118. Part 2. C. M.

Deliverance from a tumult.

THE Lord my Savior now appears,
Jehovah hears me call;
Adieu my foes, adieu my fearo,
For I shall never fall.

2 His eyes support my sinking heart,
But look the oppressor thro;

And since my Savior takes my part,
Ah! what can sinners do?

3 'Tis safer, Lord, to trust in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

4 Great were my fears, my foes were strong,
But hope prevail'd at length,
And God has now become my song,
My Savior and my strength.

5 Heroic deeds his hand achieves,

For when the foe assaults,

His valiant arm my soul relieves,
His grace forgives my faults.

6 What swarms of foes like angry bees,
Thro faith I soon o'ercame,

They rag'd like fire among the trees,
But God subdu'd the flame.

7 I shall not die, but live to praise
My Savior and my King,
High as the heavens my voice I raise,
And my Redeemer sing.

PSALM 118. Part. 3. C. M.

A narrow escape.

1 LORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry, And rescu'd from the grave;

Now shall he live, for who can die
If God resolve to save?

2 Thy praise more constant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath,

The hand that first chastis'd him sore,
Defends him still from death.

3 O, Zion, wide unfold thy gate,
To let the righteous thro,
In thee will I my joys relate,

And tell what God can do.

4 Among the assemblies of thy saints,
My thankful voice I'll raise,
There have I told thee my complaints,
And there I'll sing thy praise.

PSALM 118. Part 4. C. M. Christ the foundation of the church. 1 BEHOLD the sure foundation Rock, Jesus the corner stone,

Supports the church in every shock,
And bears its weight alone,

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
And saints adore the name,

They trust their whole salvation here,
Nor shall they suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders fain would chuse
A stone of more renown,
They Christ the living stone refuse,
And try to tread him down.

4 The Lord has made their counsels vain, And overrul'd their spite,

This stone shall well the rest sustain,

And all in one unite.

5 In vain the powers of hell withstand,
The church of Christ must rise,
Beyond the spreading earth expand,
And reach above the skies.

6 Long shall this glorious temple shine,
And firm as rock endure,
The building is a work divine,
And its foundation sure.

PSALM 118. Part 5. C. M.
The Lord's day.

1 THIS sacred day, the first of seven,
Jehovah calls his own;

Let earth be glad, rejoice ( heaven,
And make his conquests known.

2 To day he 'rose and left the dead,
And satan's empire fell;

To day the saints his triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hozanna to the 'anointed King,

The Son with glory crown;

Help us, O Lord, descend and bring'.
The great salvation down.