112 PSALMS, CXXII. CXXIII. CXXIV. Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon. Hast thou not giv'n thy word To save my soul from death : And I can trust my Lord Tokeep my mortal breath: Ill go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. PSALM CXXII. [C. M.) Going to church. t HOW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say " In Zion let us all appear And keep the solemn day !" 2. I love her gates, I love the road ; The Church adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To shew his milder face. 3 Up to her courts with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair ; The Son. of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints ! And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, Wetremble.and rejoice. S Peaee be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest. With holy gifts and heav'nly grace, Be her attendants blest ! 6 My sold shall pray for Zion still, While life or breathremains There my bestfriends,my kindred dwell There : God my Saviour reigns. PSALM CXXII. Proper tune. Going to church. 1 HOW pleas'd and blest was I, To hear the people cry, " Come, let us seek our God to day !" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We 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 There David's greater Son Has Sx'd his royal throne, He sits for grace and judgment there ; He bids the saint be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. 4 May peaceattend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of ev'ry guest ; The man that seeks thy peace; And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest ! S My tongue repeats her vows, " Peace to this sacred house !" For there my friends and kindred dwell ; And since my gloriousGod Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. [Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the tune] PSALM CXXII I. Pleading with submission. 1 O THOU whose grace andjustice reign, Bnthron'd above the skies, To theeour hearts would tell their pain To thee we lift our eyes. 2 As servantswatch their master's hand, And fear the angry stroke ! Or maids before their mistress stand, And wait a peaceful look ; 3 So for our sins we justly feel Thy discipline, O God; Yet wait the gracious moment still,, Till thou remov'st thy rod. ¢ Those that in wealth and pleasure live, Our daily groans deride ; And thy delays of mercy give Fresh courage to their pride. 5 Our foes insult us, but our hope In thy compassion lies: This thought shall bear our spirits sip, That God will not despise. PSALM CXXIV. A song for the Fifth of November. 1 IHAD not the Lord, may Isr'el say, Had not the Lord maintain'd our side, When men to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide; 1 The swelling tide had stopt ourbreath, So Sercely did the waters roll, We hadbeen swallowed deep in death Proud waters had o'erwhelm d our soul. 3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escap'd the fatal stroke So flies the bird with chearful wing, When once the fowlér's snare is broke. 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Whobroke thefowler s curs'd snare, Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword Andmade our lives and souls hiscare! 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who forma the earth and built the skies ; He that upholds thatwond'rous frame, Guards his own church with watch- ful eyes.
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