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3, 4 O then have mercy on us, Lord;.
Thy gracious aid to us afford;
To us, whom cruel foes oppress,
Grown rich and proud by our distress.

1 TTAD not the Lord, may Israel say,

been pleas'd to interpose; 2 Had he not then espous'd our cause

when men against us rose; 3, 4,.5 Their wrath had swallow'd us alive,

and rag'd without control;
Their spite and pride's united floods

had quite o'erwhelm’d our soul. 6 But prais'd be our eternal Lord,

who rescued us that day,
Nor to their savage jaws gave up

our threaten'd lives a prey. 7 Our soul is like a bird escap'd

from out the fowler's net; The snare is broke, their hopes are cross'd,

and we at freedom set. 8 Secure in his Almighty name

our confidence remains, Who, as he made both heaven and earth, of both sole Monarch reigns.

PSALM CXXV. 1 VHO place on Sion's God their trust,


Like her immoveable be fix'd

by his Almighty hand.
2 Look how the hills on every side

Jerusalem enclose;
So stands the Lord around his saints,

to guard them from their foes. 3 The wicked may afflict the just,

but ne'er too long oppress, Nor force him by despair to seek

base means for his redress. 4 Be good, O righteous God, to those

who righteous deeds affect; The heart that innocence retains,

let innocence protect. 5 All those who walk in crooked paths,

the Lord shall soon destroy, Cut off th' unjust, but crown the saints with lasting peace and joy.

PSALM CXXVI. 1 VHEN Sion's God her sons-recall'd

from long captivity,


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It seem'd at first a pleasing dream

of what we wish'd to see:
2 But soon in unaccustom'd mirth,

we did our voice employ,
And sung our great Restorer's praise

in thankful hymns of joy.
Our heathen foes repining stood,

yet were compellid to own
That great and wondrous was the work

our God for us had done.
3“'Twas great,” say they,“twas wondrous great;"?

much more should we confess,
The Lord has done great things, whereof

we reap the glad success,
4 To us bring back the remnant, Lord,

of Israel's captive bands.
More welcome than refreshing showers

to parch'd and thirsty lands;
5 That we, whose work commenc'd in tears,

may see our labours thrive,
Till finish'd with success, to make

our drooping hearts revive.
6 Though he desponds that sows his grain,

yet doubtless he shall come
To bind his full-ear'd sheaves, and bring
the joyful harvest home.

1 TE build with fruitless cost, unless

the Lord the pile sustain:
Unless the Lord the city keep,

the watchman wakes in vain.
2 In vain we rise before the day,

and late to rest repair, Allow no respite to our toil,

and eat the bread of care.
Supplies of life, with ease to them,

he on his saints bestows;
He crowns their labours with success,

their nights with sound repose.
3 Children, those comforts of our life,

are presents from the Lord;
He gives a num'rous race of heirs,

as piety's reward.
4 As arrows in a giant's hand,

when marching forth to war;
Ev'n so the sons of sprightly youth,

their parents' safeguard are.
5 Happy the man whose quiver's fill'd

with these prevailing arms;
He need not fear to meet his foe,

at law or war's alarms.

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PSALM CXXVIII. 1 HE man is blest that fears the Lord,

nor only worship pays,
But keeps his steps confind with care

to his appointed ways.
2 He shall upon the sweet returns

of his own labour feed;
Without dependence live, and see

his wishes all succeed.
3 His wife, like a fair fertile vine,

her lovely fruit shall bring;
His children, like young olive plants,

about his table spring. 4 Who fears the Lord shall prosper thus ;

him Sion's God shall bless, 5 And grant him all his days to see

Jerusalem's success. 6 He shall live on, till heirs from him

descend with vast increase ; Much bless'd in his own prosperous state, and more in Israel's peace.

PSALM CXXIX. 1 TROM my youth up, may Israel say,

they oft have me assaild, 2 Reduc'd me oft to heavy straits,

but never quite prevail'd. 3 They oft have plough'd my patient back

with furrows deep and long; 4 But our just God has broke their chains,

and rescu'd us from wrong.
5 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout

be still the doom of those,
Their righteous doom, who Sion hate,

and Sion's God oppose.
6 Like corn upon our houses' tops,

untimely let them fade, Which too much heat, and want of root,

has blasted in the blade: 7 Which in his armis no reaper takes,

but unregarded leaves; No binder thinks it worth his pains

to fold it into sheaves. 8 No traveller that passes by

vouchsafes a minute's stop, To give it one kind look, or crave heaven's blessing on the crop.

PSALM CXXX. 1 TROM lowest depths of woe

to God I sent my cry ;


2 Lord, hear my supplicating voice,

and graciously reply: 3 Shouldst thou severely judge,

who can the trial bear? 4 But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,

and quite renounce thy fear. 5 My soul with patience waits

for thee, the living Lord; My hopes are on thy promise built,

thy never-failing word. 6 My longing eyes look out

for thy enlivening ray, More duly than the morning watch,

to spy the dawning day. - Let Israel trust in God,

no bounds his mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from whence

eternal succour flows; 8 Whose friendly streams to us

supplies in want convey; A healing spring to cleanse, and wash our guilt away.


LORD, I am not proud of heart,

nor cast a scornful eye; Nor my aspiring thoughts employ

in things for me too high. 2 With infant innocence thou know'st

I have myself demean'd; Compos'd to quiet, like a babe

that from the breast is wean'd. 3 Like me let Israel hope in God,

his aid alone implore ; Both now and ever trust in him, who lives for evermore.


in thy Let all the sorrows he endur'd

be ever in thy mind. 2 Remember what a solemn oath

to thee, his Lord, he swore; How to the mighty God he vow'd,

whom Jacob's sons adore; 3, 4 I will not into my house,

nor to my bed ascend; No soft repose shall close my eyes,

nor sleep my eye-lids bend; 5 Till for the Lord's design'd abode I mark the destin'd ground;


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LET David, Lord, a constant place


Till I a decent place of rest

for Jacob's God have found. 6 Th' appointed place, with shouts of joy,

at Ephrata we found, And made the woods and neighb’ring fields

our glad applause resound. 7 O with due rev'rence let us then

to his abode repair ; And, prostrate at his footstool fall’n,

pour out our humble prayer. 8 Arise, O Lord, and now possess

thy constant place of rest; Be that, not only with thy ark,

but with thy presence, blest. 9, 10 Clothe thou thy priests with righteousness,

make thou thy saints rejoice; And, for thy servant David's sake,

hear thy Anointed's voice. 11 God sware to David in his truth,

nor shall his oath be vain, One of thy offspring after thee,

upon thy throne shall reign: 12 And if thy seed my cov'nant keep,

and to my laws submit, Their children too upon thy throne

for evermore shall sit. 13, 14 For Sion does in God's esteem,

all other seats excel; His place of everlasting rest,

where he desires to dwell. 15, 16 Her store, says he, I will increase,

her poor with plenty bless; Her saints shall shout for joy, her priests

my saving health confess. 17 There David's power shall long remain

in his successive line, And my anointed servant there

shall with fresh lustre shine. 18 The faces of his vanquish'd foes

confusion shall o'erspread; Whilst, with confirm'd success, his crown shall flourish on his head.

PSALM CXXXIII. 1 TOW vast must their advantage be,

how great their pleasure prove, Who live like brethren, and consent

in offices of love! 2 True love is like that precious oil,

wbich, pour'd on Aaron's head, Ran down his beard, and o’er his robes

its costly moisture'shed.

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