But while his grace my pardon seal'd,
I was as one that dream'd.

2 My soul in Satan's chain was bound,
I Christ the Savior spurn'd;
But God the spirit turn'd me round,
As southern streams are turn'd.

3 The world beheld the wondrous change,
The saints in triumph sung,
My joyful soul confest it strange,
And glory fir'd my tongue.

4" Great is the work," my neighbors cried, And own'd the power divine;

"Great is the work," my soul replied, For Jesus now is mine.

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

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

6 The saints, who weeping sow the field,
Their labor well employ,

The harvest must a blessing yield,
And they shall reap in joy.

tho the seed neglected lies,
frost and drouth endures,

The grain immortal never dies,
grace the crop ensures.

For

PSALM 127. L. M.

The virtue of God's blessing.

I EXCEPT the Lord the house sustain,
The constant builders toil in vain;
Except the Lord the city keep,

The watchful guards as well may sleep.
2 What if our daily course to run,
We rise before the morning sun,

With care and sorrow eat our bread, To shun that poverty we dread. 3 'Tis all in vain, till God has blest, He can make rich, yet give us rest; If once his smiles attend our care, We shall have sleep and plenteous fare. 4 His early blessings on our seed, Can make our children blest indeed, The wasted springs of life recruit, And fill the world with living fruit. 5 As arrows shot by skillful hands, Pursue their flight as God commands, So children come to whom he sends, The course of life on God depends. 6 Happy the man to whom he 'imparts, A quiver fill'd with living darts;" He speaks to foes within the gate, And well supports a father's state.

PSALM 127. C. M.

God all in all.

1 IF God to build the house deny,
The builders work in vain;
And towns without his watchful eye,
An useless watch maintain.

2 In vain we rise by dawning day
And labor hard 'till late;

Or sweat the life of man away,
To gain a large estate.

3 In vain we part with present ease,
Ör live on scanty fare,

The Lord can bless us if he please,
Without our anxious care.

4 Lo, children are the heavenly fruit
Which God has power to give;

He can our wasted health recruit,
And cause our names to live.

5 As arrows in an archer's hand,
The will of heaven obey;

So children come at God's command, With swifter speed than they. 6 Thrice happy man whose rising name Shall with his sons revive, He long enjoys the vital flame, And sees his children thrive.

PSALM 128. C. M.

Family blessings.

1 HAPPY the man whose virtuous days
Are spent in conscious fear,
He walks with God in all his ways,
And finds the Savior near.

2 When war and famine waste the lands,
The saint in peace shall dwell,
Shall eat the labors of his hands,
And things with him go well.
3 The 'eternal God, who rules above,
Shall bless his marriage bed,
Shall on the 'effusions of his love,
Prolific virtue shed.

4 His consort, like a fruitful vine,
Shall fill his joyful lap;

As olive plants his sons shall shine,
Replete with vital sap.

5 He loves the Lord with all his mind,
He fears before his face;
And Zion's God for ever kind,
Shall bless his rising race.

His eyes shall children's children see,
A large and full increase;

Israel, his country blest and free,
Shall long remain in peace.

PSALM 129. C. M.

Persecutors punished.

1 ISRAEL may say with conscious truth,
The church may thus complain;
"My foes have vext me from my youth,
And oft my children slain.

2 Up from my youth I bore the rage
Of all the sons of strife;
Oft they beset my riper age,
But God preserv'd my life.

3 The foe began his bold attack,

With courage fierce and strong,
And persecutors plow'd my back
With furrows deep and long.

4 But God the Judge, the righteous Lord,
Did all their rage confound,
And cut in two the mighty cord,
With which my feet were bound.
5 His justice did my thoughts surpass,
How dreadful was his frown!
My persecutors fell like grass,
Before the scythe cut down."

6 As corn that on the house-top grows,
Is stript of all its leaves,

Nor fills the hand of him who mows,
Nor yields the binder sheaves.

7 So shall thy foes, O God, decay,
Consum'd with guilt and shame,
'No traveller passing by shall say,
"We bless them in his name."

PSALM 130. C. M.

Pardoning grace.

1 OUT of the depths of troubled thought,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
My soul the God of mercy sought,
And found salvation near.

2 My soul in Jesus did rejoice,
Away my fears were driven,
He spake, and with a pleasing voice
Pronounc'd my sins forgiven.

3 Omniscient God, shouldst thou begin,
With strict impartial hand,
To mark our crimes, and punish sin,
No mortal flesh could stand.

4 But there are pardons at thy throne
For crimes of high degree,

That men may fear thy name alone,
And sinners trust in thee.

5 As faithful guards for morning wait,
And near their posts abide;
So does my soul in every strait,
In Christ my Lord confide.

6 How slow and tedious was the night,
How long did God delay,
My soul desir'd to see his light,
And found a brighter day.

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

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

8 There's free redemption now for all,
As free for all as one,

He, who redeem'd us from the fall,
Is God's eternal Son.