е 4 He hears our praises, and complaints; b 5 Peace be within this sacred place, With holy gifts and heav'nly grace, -6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, g b b Here my best friends, my kindred dwell, 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 He makes the sinner sad; -And humble souls rejoice with fear. 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; e 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. [*] 10THOU, whose grace and justice reign, Enthron'd above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 2 As servants watch their master's hand, 3 So for our sins we justly feel Yet wait the gracious moment still, 'Till thou remove thy rod. 4 Those, who in wealth and pleasure live, Fresh courage to their pride. 5 Our foes insult us, but our hope This thought shall bear our spirits up, 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, 2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath: We had been swallow'd deep in death- 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. U 2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love, e 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge, e Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod. e 4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, To the bright gates of Paradise, -5 But, if we trace those crooked ways, e The wrath, that drove him first to hell, Shall smite his followers too.] 0 1 S. M. Watchman. [*] 2 As mountains stood to guard So God and his almighty love 3 What though the Father's rod 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, 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, PSALM 126. L. M. Green's. [*] [WHEN God restor❜d our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace, beyond our hope so great, While we, with pleasure, shout thy praise, 1 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. W -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; 0 "Great is the work!" my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine." o 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise -5 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait They shall confess their sheaves are great, -6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, • The precious grain can ne'er be lost, PSALM 127. L. M. Portugal. [*] If God the city will not keep, God all in all. 1 [IF God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain ; And towns without his wakeful eye, 2 Before the morning Your painful work ams arise, ew; |