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Thy vine which oncefrom Egypt's sands,
To Canaan's fostering dew,
So fair, so fruitful grew.
Around her arms were spread, Deep in the rock her roots she cast,
To heaven she reared her head: Her fruits from farthest east to west,
With wonder kings surveyed; (blest, And earth, and earth's glad sons, were
Beneath' her cooling shade.
Her fences now are bare,
Her richest clusters tear:
Once more in mercy shine, With looks of pity and of love
Regard Thy fallen vine.
766 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
He can create and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
Almighty Maker, to Thy name? 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful
songs; High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
(praise. Shall fill Thy courts with sounding 5 Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
767 Bless the Lord, O my soul.–Ps.
, LESS, O my soul, the living God! Call home thy thoughts that rove
abroad: Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace!
His favours claim thy highest praise ; Why should the wonders He hath
wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot? 3 Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done; He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives. 4 He sees the oppressor and the opprest,
And often gives the sufferers rest;
In the last great rewarding day. 5 His power He showed by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel His commands;
Let the whole earth adore His grace:
768 Blessed are they that dwell in Thy
Lord of Hosts, Thy dwellings here!
2 Blessed are the ways of them,
Seeking loved Jerusalem!
Each one tastes the joy divine.
O Thou God of Jacob, hear!
do they wield; O our God! behold our Shield!
769 Our feet shall stand within thy How did my heart rejoice to hear
gates, o Jerusalem.-Ps. 122, 2. 1
My friends , “In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!” 2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The Church, adorned with grace. Stands like a palace, built for God
To show His milder face. 3 Up
to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
And sits in judgment there.
And, while His awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
And joy a constant guest;
Be her attendants blest!
While life or breath remains;
6.6.8. Peace be within thee.-Ps. 122, 8. 1 HO
OW pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry,
We haste to Zion's hill,
with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee
He bids the saints be glad,
He makes the sinner sad,
And joy within thee wait,
And wishes thine increase,
Peace to this sacred house!
Makes thee His blest abode,
S.M. 771 let us go into the house of the
My old companions say,
For tis a holy day.
Within the temple door;
old and young, in many a band, Shall throng thy sacred floor.
Thither the tribes repair,
Where all are wont to meet,
at the mercy-seat. 4 Pray for Jerusalem,
The city of our God:
That love the dear abode!
And harmony be found:
Our prayer shall never cease;
772 I will come into Thy house in the 1 road
Of worldly toil and care, To worship our Redeemer God,
In IIis own house of prayer. 2 As strangers in a land of woe
We pass our mortal days;
In God's own house of praise. 3 Ye mourning Christians, join the song,
Your harps once more employ; Remember, as ye pass along,
This is the housē of joy. 4 Dear Saviour, in Thy temple shine,
Then shall our souls be blest; And know and prove the truth divine,
Thine is a house of rest. 5 An emblem of our future bliss,
Thy temple, Lord, we love; While we anticipate in this Our Father's house above.
773 Blessed are they that dwell in Thy 1
How pleasant and how fair