PSALM 121.

1 To Sion's hill I lift my eyes,
From thence expecting aid;
From Sion's hill, and Sion's God,
Who heav'n and earth has made.

2 Then thou, my soul, in safety rest,
Thy guardian will not sleep;
His watchful care, that Israel guards,
Will Israel's monarch keep.

3 At home, abroad, in peace, in war,
Thy God shall thee defend;
Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage
Safe to thy journey's end.

PSALM 122.

1 O'Twas a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,
Up, Israel, to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day.

2 At Salem's courts we must appear
With our assembled pow'rs,

In strong and beauteous order rang'd,
Like her united tow'rs.

3 "Tis thither, by divine command,
The tribes of God repair,
Before his ark to celebrate

His name with praise and pray'r.

PSALM 125.

1 WHO place on Sion's God their trust, Like Sion's rock shall stand;

Like her immovably be fix'd
By his almighty hand.

? Look how the hills on ev'ry side
Jerusalem enclose;

So stands the Lord around his saints,
To guard them from their foes.

3 All those who walk in crooked paths
The Lord shall soon destroy;

Cut off th' unjust, but crown the saints
With lasting peace and joy.

PSALM 130.

1 FROM lowest depths of woe
To God I sent my cry;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.

2 My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord;

My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word.

3 My longing eyes look out

For thy enliv'ning ray,

More duly than the morning watch
To spy the dawning day.

4 Let Israel trust in God,

No bounds his mercy knows;

The plenteous source and spring from whence
Eternal succour flows.

PSALM 137.

1 WHEN We, our weary limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest,
And Sion was our mournful theme.

2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung

On willow trees that withered there.

3 How shall we tune our voice to sing?
Or touch our harps with skilful hands?
Shall hymns of joy, to God our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?

4 O Salem, our once happy seat!
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget

The speaking strings with art to move!

PSALM 139.

1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are kown to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

2 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand,
On every side I find thy hand!
O skill, for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
3 If I the morning's wings could gain,
And fly beyond the western main,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

4 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part;

Correct me where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.

PSALM 150.

1 O PRAISE the Lord in that blest place,
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise him in heav'n, where he his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts
Which he in our behalf has done;
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.

3 Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ:
Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.

GLORIA PATRI.

C. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

As the 25th Psalm.

To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be,

As 'twas, and is, and shall be so
To all eternity.

As the 100th Psalm.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom earth and heav'n adore,

Be glory, as it was of old,

Is now and shall be evermore.