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He, that upholds that wondrous frame,
Guards his own church with watchful eyes..
PSALM 125. S. M.

The trials and safety of believers.

1 IRM and unmov'd are they

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That rest their souls on God;

Fix'd as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode..

2. As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground,
So God and his almighty love
Embrace his saints around.,
3 What, tho' the Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke,
Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep,,
Its fury shall be broke..

4 Deal gently, Lord, with those,
Whose faith and pious fear,

Whose hope and love, and ev'ry grace,
Proclaim their hearts sincere..

5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint:: The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint.. 6. But if our slavish fear

Will choose the road to hell,
We must receive our portion there,.
Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126, First Part. L. M
Praise for surprising deliverance to the nation.

I WHEN God restor❜d our captive state,
Joy was our song, and grace our theme;

A grace beyond our hopes so great,
The joy appear'd but fancy's dream.

2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy name;
While we with pleasure shout thy praise,.
With cheerful notes thy love proclaim.
3 When we review'd our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so;
With God we left our flowing tears,.
He makes our joys like rivers flow.
PSALM 126. Second Part. C. M.

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The joy of conversion.

HEN God reveal'd his gracious name,.
And chang'd my mournful state,
My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

"Great is the work," my neighbours cried
And own'd thy pow'r divine;
"Great is the work,” my heart replied,,
"And be the glory thine."

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.
F God succeed not, all the cost

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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.

10 HAPPY 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;
Shall see the sinking church arise,
And leave the world in peace.

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PSALM 129. C. M.

Persecutors punished.

P 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.

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

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

PSALM 130. C. M.
Pardoning grace.

OUT 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.

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.

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

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