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 I wish them well, who Zion love,
May grace attend them all;
A thousand blessings from above,
On my companions fall.

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PSALM 122. Proper Meter.

The pleasures of divine worship.
HOW pleas'd and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,

"Come let us seek our God to day!

Yes, O my friends, we will

Ascend to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.

Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee, the saints appear,

To pray and praise and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

There God my Savior reigns,
And in his mercy deigns

To bless the men who wish thee well;

But casts a frown on those,

Who dare the church to 'oppose, And dooms the wicked down to hell. May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait

To bless the soul of every guest;

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On thee, my dearest friend,

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say let peace descend

And heavenly blessings on thee rest.
For my companions' sake,

Lord, hear the prayer I make,

"O bless the faithful brotherhood; What'er the world befalls,

I

pray for Zion's walls,

And seek her everlasting good.

PSALM 123. C. M.

Pleading with submission.

1 O THOU, who dost in glory dwell,
Enthron'd above the skies,

Our mournful state to thee we tell,
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As servants watch the master's nod,
Or maids the mistress fear;
So wait our eyes, on thee my God,
Until thy grace appear.

3 On us have mercy, sovreign Lord,
Behold our state forlorn!

We live on earth as men abhorr'd,
Expos'd to rage and scorn.

4 Our foes have fill'd our souls with shame, But while they saints displease,

And dare to 'insult thy dreadful name,
The scorners live at ease.

5 Let the contemptuous foam and ragė,
And like a torrent rise,

This thought shall all the storm assuage, "That God will not despise."

PSALM 124. C. M.

Treason detected.

HAD not the Lord been on our side,
When men like floods arose,

We had been swallow'd in the tide,
O'erwhelm'd by raging foes.

2 The flood had rag'd without control,
Had not the 'Almighty frown'd;
Proud waters had gone o'er our soul,
We had in blood been drown'd.
3 We bless the Lord, whom seas obey,
He quell'd the swelling flood,

Nor gave our lives a feeble prey,
To men who sought our blood.
4 As flies the bird with joyful wing,
When first he 'escapes the snare;
So we rejoice in God and sing
His all protecting care.

5 How deep they laid their hellish plan,
And snares of mischief set;
But God beheld the treacherous man,
And broke the fowler's net.

6 Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form'd the worlds above;
He who sustains all nature's frame,
Will guard his church by love.

PSALM 125. L. M.

The safety of trusting in God.
1 AS Zion's sacred mount abides,
Unmov'd amid the swelling flood;
So dwells the man, whose soul confides
In the Redeemer's precious blood.
2 As guardian mountains stood around,
Where happy Salem once arose;
So the dear arms of Christ are found,

His feeble saints on earth to 'enclose. 3 When God to scourge the world begins, How strange and wondrous are his ways,

He humbles nations for their sins,

And sovreign power and grace displays.

4 He takes a tyrant for his rod,

To give his weeping children pain;
But lest they sin against their God,
The scourge too long shall not remain.
5 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And make thy children truly wise,
O give them grace to persevere,

To run the race, and win the prize.
6 But they, who leave the path of life,
To tread the serpent's crooked road,
Shall perish in the 'inglorious strife,
And sink to hell beneath their load.

PSALM 125. S. M.

Safety in God.

I UNMOV'D as hills of stone,
Their happy souls abide,
Who trust almighty power alone,
And in their God confide.

2. As lofty mountains rose,

To guard old Salem 'round,
So God defends the sacred close,
Where now his church is found.

3 If once the Lord descend,

To visit men for sins,

Where will his dreadful vengeance end,
When once his wrath begins?

4 The wicked are his rod,

To give his children pain;
But lest they sin against their God,
It shall not long remain.

5 The Lord will grace impart,

His saints shall persevere;

He knows the man of upright heart,
And well supports him here.

6 But if the slavish mind,

Will choose the road to hell,
The 'apostate must his portion find,
Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126. L. M.

Surprising deliverance.

WHEN God our great deliverance wrought Joy was our song and grace our theme, The grace so far transcended thought, That all appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 'Twas God, who broke our slavish chains, His word our captive souls restor❜d, Our tongues broke out in lofty strains, And God's almighty power ador'd. For us, the Lord great things has done, Ye saints, for heavenly rapture sing, Come spread the conquest Jesus won, And hail our all victorious King! 4 As gentle streams that lave the south, Are turn'd and flow as God controls; So can a word from Jesus' mouth,

Subdue our sins, and change our souls. 5 Should grief our sorrowing hearts o'erflow, The tears shall well our eyes employ, For they, who here in sadness sow, Shall reap in everlasting joy.

6 The man, who weeping o'er his field, The precious seed till harvest leaves, Shall then rejoice to find it yield

A welcome load of fruitful sheaves.

PSALM 126. C. M.
Converting grace.

1 WHEN God his wond'rous love reveal'd,

On me his mercy beam'd,