6 As Centinels with longing Eyes
Watch the first Glimpfe of rifing Day,
So waits my Soul upon the LORD

With outstretch'd Wings to meet his Way.

Let Ifrael on his God rely

To crush his Foes, and footh his Pains:
Mercy is his fupreme Delight,

And in a Thoufand Bleffings reigns.

8 He that was Ifrael's GOD of old,
As Ifrael's GOD will still be known
To fave him from his Sins and Woes,
And guide and guard him as his own.

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PSALM CXXXI.

Metre i.

S there Ambition in my Heart?
Search, gracious GOD, and fee:

Or do I act a haughty Part

LORD, I appeal to Thee.

2 I charge my Thoughts, be humble ftill,
And all my Carriage mild,

Content, my FATHER, with thy Will,,
And quiet as a Child.

3 The patient Soul, the lowly Mind
Shall have a large Reward:
Let Saints in Sorrow lie refign'd,
And truft a faithful LORD.

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PSALM CXXXI..

S there in me a lofty Heart?

Metre i

Meek SAVIOUR, Thou thy Grace impart,,

Let no vain Pomp attract my View,

Nor Honour's Prize my Thoughts pursue.

2 Create in me Affections mild,
And form me humble as the Child
That meek and filent finks to Reft,
Wean'd from the tender Parent's Breaft.

3 O, kinder than that Parent, fee
Thy MAKER, Ifrael, cherish thee:
To latest Times on Him depend,

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Thy GUIDE, thy GUARDIAN, and thy FRIENT,

PSALM CXXXII.

Metre i.

RISE, O KING of Grace, arife,
And enter to thy Reft!

Lo! thy Church waits with longing Eyes,
Thus to be own'd and bleft.

2 Enter with all thy glorious Train,
Thy SPIRIT and thy Word;
All that the Ark did once contain,
Could no fuch Grace afford.

3 Here, mighty Gon, accept our Vows,
Here let thy Praise be spread;
Blefs the Provifions of thy Houfe,
And fill thy Poor with Bread.

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Here let the Son of David reign;

Let God's Anointed fhine;

Juftice and Truth his Court maintain,
With Love and Pow'r divine.

Here let Him hold a lafting Throne,
And as his Kingdom grows,

Fresh Honours fhall adorn his Crown,
And Shame confound his Foes.

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PSALM CXXXII. Metre ii.

BEHOLD US, LORD, with willing Feet,

The Mansion of thy Prefence greet, Each Heart inflam'd with grateful Zeal, And proftrate at thy Footitool kneel.

2 Rife Ifrael's FATHER, GOD, and FRIEND! Pleas'd to thy Place of Reft afcend;

THOU and thine ARK,-tremendous Shrine
Of Majefty and Pow'r divine!

3 While Righteoufnefs thy Priefts arrays,
O let thy Saints their thankful Lays
Prolong-and in their SAVIOUR's Name
His purchas'd Favours humbly claim.

PART II.

4 THE GOD of Jacob chofe the Hill Of Zion for his ancient Reft;

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And Zion is his. Dwel ing ftill,

His Church is with his Prefence bleft.

"Here will I fix my gracious Throne,
"And reign for ever, faith the LORD;
"Here fhall my Pow'r and Love be known,
"And Bleffings fhail attend my Word.

6" Here will I meet the hungry Poor,
"And fill their Souls with living Bread:
"Sinners that wait before my Door,
"With fweet Provifion fhall be fed.

7 "Girded with Truth, and cloth'd with Grace,
"My Priefts, my Ministers fhall fhine;
"Not Aaron in his coftly Drefs

"Made an Appearance fo divine.

8"The Saints, unable to contain

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"Their inward Joys, fhall fhout and fing; "The Son of David here fhall reign, "And Zion triumph in her KING.

"JESUS fhall fee a num'rous Seed

Born here, t' uphold his glorious Name; "His Crown fhall flourish on his Head,

"While all his Foes are cloth'd with Shame."

agree,

Brethren, whofe cheerful Hearts unite
In Bands of Piety!

2 When Streams of Love from CHRIST the Spring Defcend to ev'ry Soul;

3

And heav'nly Peace, with balmy Wing,
Shades and bedews the Whole:

'Tis like the Oil divinely fweet

On Aaron's rev'rend Head,

The trickling Drops perfum'd his Feet,
And o'er his Garments fpread.

4 'Tis pleasant as the Morning-Dews
That fall on Sion's Hill,

Where GOD his mildeft Glory fhews,
And makes his Grace diftil.

PSALM CXXXIII. Metre ii.

HR

OW pleasant 'tis to fee
Kindred and Friends agree,

Each in his proper Station move;
And Each fulfil his Part

With fympathizing Heart,

In all the Cares of Life and Love!

2

'Tis like the Ointment fhed
On Aaron's facred Head,
Divinely rich, divinely fweet;
The Oil through all the Room
Diffus'd a choice Perfume,

Ran through his Robes, and bleft his Feet..
33 Like fruitful Show'rs of Rain
That water all the Plain,
Defcending from the neighb'ring Hills;
Such Streams of Pleasure roll
Through every friendly Soul,
Where Love like heav'nly Dew diftils.

PSALM CXXXIII. Metre iii.

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OW bleft the Sight, the Joy how sweet, When Brothers join'd with Brothers meet In Bands of mutual Love!

Lefs fweet the liquid Fragrance,

On Aaron's confecrated Head,
Ran trickling from above,

shed

And reach'd his Beard, and reach'd his Veft :Lefs fweet the Dews on Hermon's Breaft

Or Sion's Hill defcend:

That Hill has Gop with Bleffings crown'd,
There promis'd Grace that knows no bound,
And Life that knows no End.

PSALM

CXXXIII.

Metre iv.

HAT Joy when Brethren dwell combin'd
In pious Unity of Mind!

'Tis like the facred Unction fhed

On Aaron's venerable Head:

When bath'd in Fragrancy, refpire

His rev'ren feard and th