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4 He hears our praises, and complaints;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble, and rejoice!

b 5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!

With holy gifts and heav'nly grace,
Be her attendants blest.

-6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains ;

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Here my best friends, my kindred dwell,
Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

P. M. Dalston. [*]

Joy in the Worship and Blessedness of Zion "OW pleas'd and blest was I,

1 H To hear the people cry,

"Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We'll haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorn'd with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 Here David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne;
He sits for grace and judgment here:
He bids the saints be glad;

He makes the sinner sad;

-And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of ev'ry guest;
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,

o A thousand blessings on him rest.

5 My tongue repeats her vows--"Peace to this sacred house!" -For here my friends and kindred dwell;

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And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode ; My soul shall ever love thee well.

Repeat the 4th stanza, if necessary.

PSALM 123. C. M. China. [*]
Pleading with Submission.

10THOU, whose grace and justice reign,

Enthron'd above the skies,

To thee our hearts would tell their pain,
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As servants watch their master's hand,
And fear the angry stroke;
Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look ;-

3 So for our sins we justly feel
Thy discipline, O God;

Yet wait the gracious moment still,

'Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those, who in wealth and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride;
And thy delays of mercy give

Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes insult us, but our hope
In thy compassion lies;

This thought shall bear our spirits up,
That God will not despise.

PSALM 124. L. M. Nantwich. Truro. [*] Song for Deliverance.

1 HAD not the Lord, may Israel say,

Had not the Lord maintain'd our side,

When men to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide ;-

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath:
So fiercely did the waters roll,

We had been swallow'd deep in death-
Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul!
3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke;
So flies the bird, with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke.

4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare; Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword, And made our lives and souls his care. g 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who form'd the earth and built the skies; He who upholds that wond'rous frame, Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

PSALM 125. C. M.

Mear. [*] The Saint's Trial and Safety. NSHAKEN as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains be; Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, That leans, O Lord, on thee.

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2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love,
That ev'ry saint surround.

e 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge,
To drive them near to God;

e Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod.

e 4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on,

To the bright gates of Paradise,
Where Christ their Lord is gone.

-5 But, if we trace those crooked ways,
That the old serpent drew;

e The wrath, that drove him first to hell, Shall smite his followers too.]

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S. M. Watchman. [*]
The Saint's Trial and Safety.
IRM and unmov'd are they,
Who rest their souls on God,
Firm 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 though 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; o The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint.

6 But if our slavish fear

Will choose the road to hell,

a We must expect our portion there,
Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126. L. M. Green's. [*]
Surprising Deliverance.

[WHEN God restor❜d our captive state,

Joy was our song, and grace our theme

The grace, beyond our hope so great,
That joy appear'd a painted 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 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.
4 The man that in his furrow'd field,
His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield
A welcome load of joyful sheaves.]

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C. M. Sunday. Swanwick. [*] A remarkable Display of Divine Grace. WHEN God reveal'd his gracious name, And chang'd my mournful state, u My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great.

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

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

d 3"Great is the work!" my neighbours cry'd, And own'd thy pow'r divine;

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"Great is the work!" my heart reply'd,

"And be the glory thine."

o 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, who sow in sadness, wait
'Till the fair harvest come;

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

-6 Though seed lie buried long in dust,
It shan't deceive their hope;

• The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace ensures the crop.

PSALM 127. L. M. Portugal. [*]
Success and Happiness from God.
God succeed not, all the cost,
And pains, to build the house, are lost;

If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.
2 What if 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 sovereign make them so.
o 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!
C. M. Plymouth. [b]

God all in all.

1 [IF God to build the house deny,

The builders work in vain ;

And towns without his wakeful eye,
An useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning

Your painful work

ams arise,

ew;