4 How happy all thy servants are!

How great thy grace to me! My life which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee.

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain.

And bound me with thy love.

6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.

PSALM CXVII. [C. M.]

Praise to God from all nations.
10 ALL ye nations praise the Lord,
Each with a diff'rent tongue;
In ev'ry language learn his word,
And let his name be sung.

2 His mercy reigns through ev'ry land;
Proclaim his grace abroad:
For ever firm his truth shall stand;
Praise ye the faithful God.

PSALM CXVII. [L. M.]

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise: Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more.

PSALM CXVII. [S. M.]

1 THY name, almighty Lord,

Shall sound through distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, Thy truth for ever stands.

2 Far be thine honour spread,

And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and ev'ning shade, Shall be exchang'd no more.

PSALM CXVIII. PART I. ver. 6—15.

Deliverance from a tumult.

1 THE Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid
What all the sons of earth can do,
Since heaven affords its aid.

? 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

3 Like bees my foes beset me round,
A large and angry swarm!
But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.

"Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice?

6 Like angry bees they girt me round,
When God appears they fly;
So burning thorns, with crackling
sound,

Make a fierce blaze, and die.6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days; Let Isr'el tune immortal songs To his almighty grace.

PSALM CXVIII. PART II. ver. 17-21. Public praise for deliverance from death.

1 LORD, thou hast heard thyservant cry,
And rescu'd from the grave;
Now shall he live: (and none can die,
If God resolve to save).

2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath;

Thy hand, that hath chastis'd him sore,
Defends him still from death.

3 Open the gates of Zion now,
For we shall worship there,
The house where all the righteous go
Thy mercy to declare

4 Among the assemblies of thy saints
Our thankful voice we raise ;
Therewe have told thee our complaints,
And there we speak thy praise.

PSALM CXVIII. PART III. ver. 22, 23. Christ the foundation of his church.

1 DEHOLD the sure foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays,

2

To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.

Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

And saints adore the name;

They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this Rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.

What tho' the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise: "Tis thy own work, almighty God,

And wondrous in our eyes.

PSALM CXVIII. PART IV. ver. 24-26. Hosanna; the Lord's-day, or, Christ's resurrection, and our salvation.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

Ver. 30, 14.

2 J chuse the path of heav'nly truth,
And glory in my choice:
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.
Ver. 30, 14.

3 The testimonies of thy grace,
I set before my eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.
Ver. 59.

4 If once I wander from thy path,
"I think upon my ways;
Then turn my feet to thy commands,
And trust thy pard'ning grace.
Ver. 94, 114.

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,

O save thy servant, Lord; Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word.

Ver. 112.

3 How doth thy word my heart engage!
How well employ my tongue'
And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heav'nly song.

Ver. 19, 103.

4 Am I a stranger, or at home,
"Tis my perpetual feast;
Not honey dropping from the comb
So much allures the taste.
Ver. 72, 127.

5 No treasures so enrich the mind;
Nor shall thy word be sold
For loads of silver well-refin'd,
Nor heaps of choicest gold.

Ver. 28, 49, 175.

6 When nature sinks and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace

Are pillars to support my hope,
And there I write thy praise.

PSALM CXIX. PART VI,

Holiness and comfort from the word.

Ver. 128.

1 LORD, I esteem thy judgments right And all thy statutes just;

Thence I maintain a constant fight
With ev'ry flatt'ring lust.

Ver. 62.

3 My heart in midnight silence cries,
How sweet thy comforts be!
My thoughts in holy wonder rise,
And bring their thanks to thee.
Ver. 162.

4 And when my spirit drinks her fill
At some good word of thine,
Not mighty men that share the spoil
Havejoys compar'd to mine.

PSALM CXIX. PART VII.

Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture.

Ver. 96. Paraphrased.

1 LET all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book,
Great God, if once compar'd with thine,
How mean their writings look!

2 Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could shew one sin forgiv'n,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heav'n.

3 I've seen an end of what we call
Perfection here below;

How short the pow'rs of nature fall,
And can no farther go:

4 Yet men would fain be just with God

By works their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to ev'ry thought.

5 In vain we boast perfection here,
While sin defiles our frame,
And sinks our virtues down so far,
They scarce deserve the name.

6 Our faith and love, and ev'ry grace
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

PSALM CXIX. PART VIII.

The word of God is the saints'portion; or, The excellency and variety of scripture.

Ver. 111. Paraphrased.

1 LORD, I have made thy word my choice,

My lasting heritage :

There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.

2 I'll read the hist'ries of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While thro' the promises I rove
With ever-fresh delight.

3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.

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