Thou art my light,
And thou my fhade,
To guard my head,
By day or night.

4 Haft thou not promis'd, Lord,
To fave my foul from death?
And I can trust thy word,
To keep my mortal breath.
I'll go and come,

Nor fear to die,

Till from on high

Thou call me home.

WATTS.

Pfalm CXXII. Common Metre. [*]

For the Lord's Day Morning.

EHOLD the rifing dawn appear,

BE

Which calls our willing feet

To tread thy courts, O God, and here
Our folemn praise repeat!

;

2 Fair Zion's gates are our delight;
Within her walls we ftand
And all her happy fons unite
In friendship's facred band.

3 We love the place where Zion's Lord
Is pleas'd to fhew his face;
Here he proclaims his holy word,
And here accepts our praise.

4

With reverend awe and godly fear,
We bow before thy throne;

For thou the fervent prayer wilt hear,
Through thy beloved Son.

5 Peace be within this hallow'd place,
And joy a conftant gueft;

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

6 Our foul fhall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
For here our friends and brethren dwell,
And here our Saviour reigns.

WATTS and MERRICK, united and varied.

Pfalm CXXII. Particular Metre. [

The Pleasure of Public Worfeip.

OW does my heart rejoice

H To hear the public voice,

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

We'll hafte to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,

And walls of ftrength enclofe thee round;
In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praife, and hear
The facred gofpel's joyful found.
3 Here David's holy Son

Hath plac'd his royal throne,
He fits for grace and judgment here:
He bids the faints be glad;

He makes the wicked fad;
But humble fouls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To blefs the foul of ev'ry gueft;

The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand bleffings on him reft!
5 My tongue repeats her vows,
"Peace to this facred houfe,"

For here my friends and brethren dwell;
And fince my glorious God

Makes thee his bleft abode,

My foul fhall ever love thee well.

WATTS.

Pfalm CXXIII. Common Metre. [b]
Pleading with Submifion.

THOU, whofe grace and juftice reign,
Enthron'd above the sky,

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

2 As fervants watch their master's hand,
And dread the ftern rebuke;
Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait the peaceful look :

3 So for our fins we justly feel
Thy righteous hand, O God;
Yet wait the gracious moment ftill,
Till thou remove thy rod.
Those who in eafe and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride;
And thy delays of mercy give

Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes infult us; but our hope
In thy compaffion lies;

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

WATTS

Pfalm CXXIV.

H

Long Meire.

Deliverance from Enemies.

AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay,

Had not the Lord maintain'd our fide, When men, to make our lives a prey, Rofe like the fwelling of the tide; 2 The fwelling tide had flopt our breath, So fiercely did the billows roll;

3

We had been fwallow'd deep in death;
The waters had o'erwhelm'd our foul.

We leap for joy, we fhout and fing,
Who juft efcap'd the fatal ftroke;
So flies the bird with lively wing,
When once the fowler's fare is broke.
4 Forever bleffed be the Lord,

Who broke the fowler's deadly fnare;
Who fav'd us from the threat'ning fword,
And made our lives his watchful care.
5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who form'd the earth and built the fkies;
Who ftill upholds all nature's frame,

And guards his church with wakeful eyes.

WATTS,

Plaim CXXV. Common Metre. [* or b]

U

Trial and Safety.

NSHAKEN as the facred hill,
And firm as mountains be,

When tempests rife, the foul fhall ftand,
That trufts, O Lord, in thee.

2 As lofty mountains ftood to guard.
Fair Salem's happy ground,

So God's almighty power and love
Enclofe his church around.

Though he permit the tyrant's rod
T' inflict a chaft'ning ftroke ;
Yet, left it wound the foul too deep,
Its fury fhall be broke.

4 The Lord will gently deal with thofe,
Whofe filial love and fear,

Whofe faith, and hope, and every grace
Proclaim their hearts fincere.

WATTS, varied.

Plalm CXXVI. Common Metre. [*]

Remarkable Deliverance.

HEN God reveal'd his gracious name,
And chang'd our mournful ftate,

Our rapture feem'd a pleafing dream,
The work appear'd fo great.

2 "Great is the work," our brethren cry'd,
And own'd the power divine;
"Great is the work," our fouls reply'd,
"And be the glory thine."

3

The Lord can clear the darkest skies,

Can give us day for night;

Make drops of facred forrow rife

To rivers of delight.

4 Let thofe who fow in fadnefs, wait
'Till the fair harvest come;

They fhall confefs their fheaves are great,
And fhout the bleffings home.

5 The feed, though buried long in duft,
Will not deceive their hope;

The precious grain cannot be loft,
For grace enfures the crop.

WATTS