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2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy name ;
With cheerful notes thy loye proclaim. 3 When we review'd our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so';
The joy of conversion. 1 HEN God reveal'd his gracious name,.
And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace. 3. “Great is the work," my neighbours cried,
And own'd thy pow'r divine ; “Great is the work," my heart replied,
“ And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight. $ Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come :: They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home. 6. Tho’seed lie buried long in dust,
It shan't deceive their hope:
For grace insures the crop. .
PSALM 127. L. M. The blessing of God on the cares and comforts of life.
F God succeed not, all the cost
And pains to build the house are lost; If God the city do not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep. 2 What, tho' you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done ;
To shun that poverty you dread;
He can make rich, yet give us rest :
If God, our sov'reign, make them so. 4 Happy the man to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends :
PSALM 128. C. M.
A christian blessed in his family. 1 O
HAPPY man, whose soul is fill'd
With faith and rev'rend awe;
Whose life adorns the law.
And ever guard thy head;
Its kindly blessings shed.
Thy children round thy board,
And learn to fear the Lord.
For months and years to come ;
The Lord, who dwells on Zion's hill,
Shall send the blessings home. 5 This is the man, whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase ; Shall see the sinking church arise, And leave the world in
peace. PSALM 129. C. M.
Persecutors penished. 1 UP from my youth, may Israel say,
Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day.
And tedious as the years.
Of all the sons of strife;
But not destroy'd my life. 3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh
With furrows long and deep ; Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh,
Nor let my sorrows sleep. 4 How was their insolence surpris'd,
To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd
With horror to the soul. 5 Thus shall the men that hate the saints,
Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.
They have no root beneath ;
And lie despis’d in death. 7 So corn, that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives;
The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves :
No traveller bestows
PSALM 130. C. M.
The borders of despair,
My groans to move thine ear.
And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand. 3 But there are pardons with my
God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.
With strong desires I wait;
Stands watching at thy gate.
Long for the morning skies ;
And meet them with their eyes : 6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
And finds a brighter day.
Let Israel seek his face :
The Lord is good, as well as just,
And plenteous in his grace. 8 There's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslav’d: . The great Redeemer is his Son ; And Israel shall be sav'd.
PSALM 131. C. M.
Humility and submission.
Search, gracious God, and see;
Lord, I appeal to thee. 2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild; Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.
Shall have a large reward :
At the ordination of a minister. 1
WHERE shall we go, to seek and find A dwelling for th' eternal mind,
Among the sons of flesh and blood ?, 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest;
His church is with his presence blest. 3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign forever, saith the Lord ;