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III.

The patient foul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let faints in forrow lie refign'd,
And truft a faithful LORD.

PSALM CXX.

Obedience is better than Sacrifice.

Common Metre.

I.

THUS faith the LORD," the spacious fields,

"And flocks and herds are mine;

"O'er all the cattle of the hills

"I claim a right divine.

II.

"I ask no sheep for faerifice,

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Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require.

III.

Call upon me when trouble's near,

My hand shall set thee free;

"Then fhall thy thankful lips declare

"The honour due to me.
IV.

"The man who offers humble praise,

"He glorifies me best;

"And those who tread my holy ways "Shall my falvation taste,

PSALM CXXI.

The Happiness of a virtuous Life.

H

Common Metre.

I.

OW blefs'd are they who always keep
The pure and perfect way!

Who never from the facred paths

Of GOD's commandments stray!

II.

How blefs'd! who to his righteous laws

Have ftill obedient been!

And have with fervent humble zeal

His favour fought to win!

III.

Such men their utmoft caution use

To fhun each wicked deed; But in the path which he directs With conftant care proceed.

. IV.

Thou ftrictly haft enjoin'd us, LORD,
To learn thy facred will;

And all our diligence employ
Thy ftatutes to fulfil.

V.

O then that thy most holy will
Might o'er my ways prefide!
And I the courfe of all my life
By thy direction guide!

VI.

Then with affurance fhould I walk,

From all confufion free;

Convinc'd, with joy, that all my ways

With thy commands agree.

H

PSALM CXXII.

Going to Church.
Proper Tune.

I.

OW pleas'd and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,

Come, let us feek our GOD to-day;

Yes, with a chearful zeal

We hafte to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

II.

Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round

In thee our tribes appear

Το pray, and praise, and hear,

The facred gofpel's' joyful found.

III.

May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To blefs the foul of ev'ry gueft;
The man who feeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,

A thousand bleffings on him reft!

IV.

My tongue repeats her vows,

"Peace to this facred houfe!

For there my friends and kindred dwell;
And fince my glorious GOD

Makes thee his best abode,

My foul fhall ever love thee well.

OW fhall the young fecure their hearts,
And guard their lives from fin?

Thy word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the confscience clean.

II.

When once it enters to the mind,
It fpreads fuch light abroad,
The meaneft fouls inftruction find,
And raise their thoughts to GOD.

III:

'Tis like the fun, a heav'nly light,
That guides us all the day;
And thro' the dangers of the night,

A lamp to lead our way.

IV.

The men who keep thy law with care,

And meditate thy word,

Grow wifer than their teachers are,
And better know the LORD.

V.

Thy precepts make me truly wife;
I hate the finner's road:

I hate my own vain thoughts that rife,
But love thy law, my GOD.

VI.

[The starry heav'ns thy rule obey,
The earth maintains her place;
And these thy fervants night and day
Thy skill and pow'r exprefs.

VII.

But still thy law and gospel, LORD,
Have leffons more divine:

Not earth stands firmer than thy word,
Nor stars fo nobly fhine.]

VIII.

Thy word is everlasting truth,

How pure is ev'ry page!

That holy book fhall guide our youth,

And well fupport our age.

PSALM CXXIV.

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The Character and Hope of the good Man.

L

Common Metre.

I.

ORD, who's the happy man who may
To thy bleft courts repair;

Not, ftranger-like, to vifit them,
But to inhabit there?