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I cried, in agony of mind,
"Lord! I beseech Thee, save:"
He heard me;-Death his prey resign'd,
And Mercy shut the grave.

Return, my soul, unto thy rest,
From God no longer roam;
His hand hath bountifully blest,

His goodness call'd thee home.
What shall I render unto Thee,
My Saviour in distress,
For all thy benefits to me,
So great and numberless?

This will I do, for thy love's sake,
And thus thy power proclaim;
The sacramental cup I'll take,
And call upon thy name.

Thou God of covenanted grace,

Hear and record my vow,
While in thy courts I seek thy face,
And at thine altar bow:-

Henceforth to Thee myself I give;
With single heart and eye,
To walk before Thee while I live,
And bless Thee when I die.

PSALM CXVII.

ALL ye Gentiles, praise the Lord;
All ye lands, your voices raise :
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, for ever praise!

For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,

Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.

Praise Him, ye who know his love,
Praise Him from the depths beneath,
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe!

PSALM CXXI.

ENCOMPASS'D with ten thousand ills,
Press'd by pursuing foes,
I lift mine eyes unto the hills,
From whence salvation flows.

My help is from the Lord, who made
And governs earth and sky;
I look to his almighty aid,

And ever-watching eye.

-He who thy soul in safety keeps
Shall drive destruction hence;
The Lord thy keeper never sleeps ;
The Lord is thy defence.

The sun, with his afflictive light,
Shall harm thee not by day;
Nor thee the moon molest by night
Along thy tranquil way.

Thee shall the Lord preserve from sin,
And comfort in distress;

Thy going out and coming in,

The Lord thy God shall bless.

VOL. II.

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PSALM CXXII.

GLAD was my heart to hear
My old companions say,
Come-in the house of God appear,

For 'tis an holy day.

Our willing feet shall stand

Within the temple door,

While young and old, in many a band, Shall throng the sacred floor.

Thither the tribes repair,

Where all are wont to meet,

And, joyful in the house of prayer,

Bend at the mercy seat.

Pray for Jerusalem,

The city of our God;

The Lord from heaven be kind to them
That love the dear abode.

Within these walls may peace
And harmony be found;
Zion in all thy palaces,
Prosperity abound!

For friends and brethren dear,

Our prayer shall never cease; Oft as they meet for worship here, God send his people peace!

PSALM CXXIV.

THE Lord is on our side,

His people now may say;

The Lord is on our side,

-or we

Had fallen a sudden prey.

Sin, Satan, Death, and Hell,
Like fire, against us rose;

Then had the flames consumed us quick,
But God repell'd our foes.

Like water they return'd,

When wildest tempests rave;

Then had the floods gone o'er our head,

But God was there to save.

From jeopardy redeem'd,
As from the lion's wrath,
Mercy and truth uphold our life,
And safety guards our path.

Our soul escaped the toils;
As from the fowler's snare,
The bird, with disentangled wings,
Flits through the boundless air.

Our help is from the Lord;

In Him we will confide,

Who stretch'd the heavens, who form'd the earth: -The Lord is on our side.

PSALM CXXV.

WHO make the Lord of Hosts their tower,

Shall like Mount Zion be,

Immovable by mortal power,

Built on eternity.

As round about Jerusalem

The guardian mountains stand,
So shall the Lord encompass them
Who hold by his right hand.

The rod of wickedness shall ne'er
Against the just prevail,

Lest innocence should find a snare,
And tempted virtue fail.

Do good, O Lord! do good to those
Who cleave to Thee in heart,
Who on thy truth alone repose,
Nor from thy law depart.

While rebel souls, who turn aside,
Thine anger shall destroy,
Do Thou in peace thy people guide
To thine eternal joy.

PSALM CXXVI.

WHEN God from sin's captivity
Sets his afflicted people free,
Lost in amaze, their mercies seem
The transient raptures of a dream.

But soon their ransom'd souls rejoice,
And mirth and music swell their voice,
Till foes confess, nor dare condemn,

"The Lord hath done great things for them."

They catch the strain and answer thus,
“The Lord hath done great things for us;
Whence gladness fills our hearts, and songs,
Sweet and spontaneous, wake our tongues."

Turn our captivity, O Lord!

As southern rivers, at thy word,

Bound from their channels, and restore
Plenty, where all was waste before.

Who sow in tears shall reap in joy;
Naught shall the precious seed destroy,
Nor long the weeping exiles roam,
But bring their sheaves rejoicing home.

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