PSALM CXIX.-Part 3. (c. M.)
"Tis good for us, most gracious Lord,
To bear thy chast'ning rod:
Afflictions make us learn thy law,
And bring us near to God.

Had not thy word been our delight,
When earthly joys were fled,
Our souls oppress'd with sorrow's weight,
Had sunk among the dead.

We know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
And though severe to view,
Still of thy faithfulness and love
The chast'ning mercy grew.
Before we felt thy humbling rod,
Our feet were wont to stray;
But now we learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.

PSALM CXXI.-(L. M.)

UNTO the hills I lift mine eyes,

From whence my succour doth arise:

'Tis from the Lord I look for aid,

The Lord, who heav'n and earth hath made.
He will not let thy footsteps slide;

Sleepless shall be thy watchful guide :
Lo! he, who Israel doth keep,

The Lord, nor slumber shall, nor sleep.
The Lord thy keeper is, thine aid,
On thy right hand thy sheltering shade:
The sun by day, the moon by night,
Shall never thee, his servant, smite.

The Lord shall keep thee from all ill;
Thy soul shall he deliver still:
Thy goings out shall he watch o'er,
And comings in for evermore.

PSALM CXXII. (P. M.)

THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls us to thy hallow'd dome,
Thy presence to adore:
With joy the summons we attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the sacred floor.
And lo! to our enraptur'd eyes,
The heav'n-built towers of Salem rise:
By faith, with glad survey,
We view her mansions, that contain
Th' angelic forms, an awful train,
That shine with cloudless day.
Thither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeem'd of God ascend,
Their tribute thither bring:
There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

PSALM CXXIII.-(P. M.)

LORD, before thy throne we bend;
Lord, to thee our eyes ascend:
E'en as duteous servants stand
Watching mute their master's hand;
So thy day of grace to see
Wait our longing eyes on thee.

From the heavens, thy dwelling place,
Shed, oh shed, thy pard'ning grace:
In temptation's dangerous hour
Leave us not beneath its power:
Now and ever be thou nigh,
Lord of life and victory.

PSALM CXXIV.—(D. C. M.)

HAD not the Lord salvation wrought,
May Israel now say;
Had not Jehovah for us fought
When men rose up to slay;
Then had they swallowed up our soul,
Their wrath so hotly spread;
And we had seen the waters roll
And swelling o'er our head.

Bless God, who left us not unheard,

A prey for them to tear;

Our soul is rescued as a bird

Out of the fowler's snare.

The snare is broken which they laid,

And we have fled away:

The Lord, who heav'n and earth hath made, Jehovah, is our stay.

PSALM CXXVI.—(P. M.)

WHEN God his Zion did redeem,
Then were we like to them that dream;
Then was our mouth with laughter fain,
Our tongue broke forth to songs again.

Then did it midst the heathen run,

"The Lord great things for them hath done;"
Great things for us the Lord hath wrought,
And we rejoice from bondage brought.
O Lord, our bondage turn again,
As southern torrents after rain;
Surely shalt thou thy promise keep,
Who sow in tears, in joy shall reap.
Who now upon their way proceed,
With tears, yet bearing precious seed,
Shall doubtless come again and sing,
And their full sheaves rejoicing bring.

PSALM CXXVII.—(P. M.)

VAINLY thro' night's weary hours
Keep we watch lest foes alarm;
Vain our bulwarks and our towers,
But for God's protecting arm.
Vain were all our toil and labour,
Did not God that labour bless;
Vain, without his grace and favour,
Every talent we possess.
Vainer still the hope of heaven
That on human strength relies;
But to him shall help be given,
Who in humble faith applies.
Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed;
He shall grant us peace and rest:
Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
Who thro' Christ his prayer address'd.

PSALM CXXVIII.—(c. m.)

How blest the man whose heart is fill'd
With holy zeal and awe;

Whose lips to God their tribute yield,
Whose life adorns his law.

The Lord in mercy near him stands,
To guard his favour'd head;
And on the labour of his hands.
Unceasing blessings shed.

Yea, richer mercies far than these
On him the Lord shall pour;
Immortal blessings! joy, and peace,
And life for evermore.

He still, with heav'nly favour crown'd,
Shall see in length'ning train
His children's children blooming round,
And Israel's peaceful reign.

PSALM CXXX.—(P. M.)

FROM lowest depths of woe,

To God I send my cry;

Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.

My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word.

My longing eyes look out

For thine enliv'ning ray,

More duly than the morning watch

To spy the dawning day.