90 PSALMS.-XC1: XCII. XCIII. But ifthe fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains anddeaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire, Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lordto thee. PSALMXCI. ver. 9 -16. PART II. Protection from death, guard of angels, victory and deliverance. 1 YE sons of men, a feeble race, Expos'd to ev'ry snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling place, And try and trust his care. 2 No ill shall enter where you dwell : Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise his saints on high. 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all your ways; To watch your pillowwhile you sleep, And guard your happy days. 4 Their hands shall bear you,lest youfall, And dash against the stones Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons? 5 Adders and lions ye shall tread ; The tempter's wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent's head, Puts him beneath your feet, 6 " Because on me they set their love, I'll save them (saith the Lord) I'll bear their joyful souls above Destruction and the sword. 7 My grace shall answer when they call, In trouble I'll be nigh: My pow'r shall help them when they fall, And raise them when they die. e Those that on earth my name have known, I'll honour them in heav'n: Theremy salvation shall be shown, And endless life be given." PSALM XCII. PART I. A psalm for the Lord's -day. h SWEET is the work, my God,myKing, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day, of sacred rest, No mortal care shall seize my breast ; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp, of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And hie's his works, and bless his word: Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counse!s! how divine ! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part, When grace bath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheermy head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. 7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desir'd or wish'd below ; And ev'rypow'r find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. PSALM XCII. ver. 12, &c. PART IÍ. The church is the garden of God. 1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thy hand; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees, Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 Theplants of grace shall ever live (Nature decays, but grace must thrive) Timethat doth all things elseimpair? Still makes themflourishstrong andfair. 4 Laden with fruits of age they skew The Lord is holy, just, and true : None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful, or unkind. PSALM XCIII. First Metre. As the 100th Psalm. The eternal and sovereign God. 1 JEHOVAH reigns; hedwells in light, Girded with majesty and might: The world created by his hands, Still on its first foundation stands. 2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundations laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever -living God. 3 Like floods the angry nationsrise, And aim their rage against the skies Vain floods that aim their rage so high! At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 For ever shall thy throne endure ; Thy promise stands for ever sure ; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. PSALM XCIII. Second Metre. As the old 50th Psalm. I THE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high: His robes of state are strength and ma- jesty ; This wide creation rose at his com mend, Built by his word and'stablish'd bylsas hand:
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