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God is my soul's eternal rock,

The strength of ev'ry faint.


Behold the finners that remove

Far from thy presence die :
Not all the idle-gods they love,

Can fave them when they cry.

6 But to draw near to thee, my God,

Shall be my sweet employ ; .
My tongue shall found thy works abroad,

And tell the world my joy.

CLXXXVI. The Pleasures of pub

lic Worship Psalm lxxxiv. . (Firf Parr)

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OW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings

are !
With long de fire my spirit faints,

To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
3 My flesh would rest in thy abode,

My panting heart cries out for God,
My God, my king, why should I be,
So far from all my joys, and thee?


3 The sparrow chuses where to rest ;

And for her young, provides her nest;
But will my God to sparrows grant,
The pleasures which his children want.

4 Blest

4 blest are the souls who fit on high,

Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.


Bleft are fouls that find a place,
Within the temple of thy grace,
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praife.

6 Bleft are the men whose hearts are set

To find the way to Zion's gate ;
God is their strength, and thro' the road,
They lean upon their helper, God.

7 Chearful they walk with growing ftrength,

'Till all shall meet in heav'n at length;.
'Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

CLXXXVII. God and his Church:

Or, Grace and Glory. Psalm.. lxxxiv. (Second Part.)


REAT God, attend, while Zion sings

The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place

Within thy house, O God of grace,


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Not tents of ease, or thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy daori

3 God is our sun, he makes our day:

God is our shield, he guards our way,
From all th' affaults of hell and fin;

From foes without, and foes withio. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that

grace with glory too! He gives us all things, and witholds No real good from upright fouls,

5 O God, our king, whose rov'reign (way,

The glorious hosts of heav'n obey;
And devils at thy prelence flee;
Blest is the man that trusts in thee.

CLXXXVIII. Delight. in Ordi

Psal. lxxxiv.



Y foul, how lovely is the place

To which thy God resorts ! 'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face,

Tho'in his earthly courts.

2 There the great monarch of the skies

His faving pow'r displays:
And light breaks in upon our eyes,

With kind and quick’ning rays.
3 With his rich gifts, the heav'nly Dove,

Descends and fills the place ;


Where Christ reveals his wondrous love,

And sheds abroad his grace.

4. There, mighty God, thy words declare

The secrets of thy will :
And still we seek thy mercy there,

And fing thy praises ftill.

s To fit one day beneath thy eye,

And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity

Employ'd in carnal joys.

6 Lord, while my Saviour is within,

I at thy door would wait, Rather than dwell in tents of sin,

Or fill a throne of state.

2 Could I command the spacious land,

Or the more boundless sea,
For one blest hour at thy right hand,

I'd give them both away.

CLXXXIX A general Song of

Praise to God. Plalm. lxxxv.

8, 13


MONG the princes, earthly Gods,

There's none hath pow'r divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord,

Nor are their works like thine.

2 The nations thou hast made shall bring

Their off'rings round thy throne: For thou alone dost wondrous things;

For thou art God alone.


Lord I would walk with holy feet;

Teach me thy heav'nly ways;
And my poor seatter'd thoughts unite

In God, my father's praise.

4. Great is thy mercy, and my tongue

Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my finking foul

Rose from the gates of hell,

CXC. Man frail,

Man frail, and God eternal. Plalm xc. 1, 5.

UR God, our help in ages.paft,

Our hope for years to come;
Our Telter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal hoine.

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2 Under the shadow of thy throne,

Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thy arm alone,

And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the samě.

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