"Great is the work," my heart replied, "And be the glory thinę."

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

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come:

They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 6 Tho' seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope: The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop.

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PSALM 127. L. M.

The blessing of God on the cares and comforts of life. God succeed not, all the cost

And pains to build the house are lost;
If God the city do not keep

The watchful guards as well may sleep.
2 What, tho' you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done;
Careful and sparing eat your bread,
To shun that poverty you.dread;
3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest;
He can make rich, yet give us rest:
Children and friends are blessings too,
If God, our sov'reign, make them so.
4 Happy the man to whom he sends.
Obedient children, faithful friends:
How sweet our daily comforts prove,
When they are season'd with his love!

PSALM 128. C. M.

A Christian blessed in his family.

man, whose soul is fill'd

With faith and rev'rend awe;

Whose lips to God their honours yield,
Whose life adorns the law.

2 A careful providence shall stand,
And ever guard thy head;
And on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly blessings shed.

3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine;
Thy children round thy board,
Each, like a plant of honour, shine,
And learn to fear the Lord.

4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil,
For months and years to come;
The Lord, who dwells on Zion's hill,
Shall send the blessings home.

5 This is the man, whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase;

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Shall see the sinking church arise,
And leave the world in

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peace.

PSALM 129. C. M..

Persecutors punished.

from my youth, may Israel

say,

Have I been nurs'd in tears;
My griefs were constant as the day,
And tedious as the years.

2 Up from my youth I bore the rage
Of all the sons of strife;

Oft they assail'd my riper age,
But not destroy'd my life.

3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh, With furrows long and deep;

Hourly they vex'd my 'wounds afresh,
Nor let my sorrows sleep.

4 How was their insolence surpris'd,
To hear his thunders roll!
And all the foes of Zion seiz'd
With horror to the soul.

5 Thus shall the men that hate the saints, Be blasted from the sky;

Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die..

6 What tho' they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath;

Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despis'd in death.

7 So corn, that on the house-top stands,
No. hope of harvest gives;

The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves:

8 It springs and withers on the place:
No traveller bestows

A word of blessing on the grass,
Nor minds it as he goes.

PSALM 130. C. M.

· Pardoning grace.

UT of the depths of long distress,
The borders of despair,

I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.

2 Great God! should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,

Mark and revenge iniquity,

No mortal flesh could stand.

3 But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee."

4 I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.

5 Just as the guards, that keep the night, Long for the morning skies;

Watch the first beams of breaking light;
And meet them with their eyes:

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.

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

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

8 There's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslav'd:
The great Redeemer is his Son;
And Israel shall be sav'd..

PSALM 131. C. M.

Humility and submission.

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S there ambition in my heart?

Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

see;

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.`

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind

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Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord.

PSALM 132. First Part.

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L. M.

At the ordination of a minister.

HERE shall we go, to seek and find
A habitation for our God;

A dwelling for the eternal Mind,
Among the sons of flesh and blood?

2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest;
And Zion is his dwelling still;
His church is with his presence blest.
3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign for ever, saith the Lord;
Here shall my pow'r and love be known,
And blessings shall attend my word.
4 Here will I meet the hungry poor,
And fill their souls with living bread:
Sinners that wait before my door,
With sweet provision shall be fed.

5 Girded with truth, and cloth'd with grace, My priests, my ministers, shall shine: Not Aaron, in his costly dress,

Made an appearance so divine..

6 The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joy, shall shout and sing;