The God of fr'el will fupport Will choose the road to hell, PSALM CXXVI, Long metre. HEN God reftor'a our captive ftate, WJoy was our fong, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes fo great, 2 The fcoffer owns thy hand, and pays While we, with pleasure, fhout thy praise, 3 When we review our difmal fears, PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre. The Joy of a Remarkable Converfion; or, Melan choly Removed. WHEN God reveal'd his gracious name And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture feem'd a pleafing dream, The world beheld the glor'ous change, My tongue broke out in unknown ftrains, Great is the work, my neighbors cry'd, And own'd thy pow'r divine; Great is the work, my heart reply'd, A The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Make drops of facred forrow rise To rivers of delight. Let those who fow in fadnefs, wait They had confefs their fheaves are great, 6 Though feed lie bury 'd long in duft, PSALM CXXVII. Long metre. The bleffing of God on the Bufine's and Comforts of Life. IF God incceed not, all the coft And pains, to build the houfe, are loft: If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may fleep. PSALM CXXVII. Com. metre. God, All in All. build the houfe deny, The builders work in vain : And towns, without his wakeful eye, 2 Before the morning-beams arife, And, till the ftars afcend the skies, 3 Short be your feep, and coarfe your fare, In vain, 'till God has bleft; But, if his fmiles attend your care, You fhall have food and reft. 4 Nor children, relatives nor friends PSALM CXXVIII. Com. metre, Family Bleffings. HAPPY man whofe foul is fill'd 2 A careful Providence fhall ftand 3 Thy wife fhall be a fruitful vine; The Lord fhall thy beft hopes fulfil, The Lord, who dwells on Zion's bill, PSALM CXXIX. Perfecutors Punished. U Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were conftant as the day, 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage 3. Their cruel plough had torn my flesh. Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh, 4 The Lord grew angry on his Throne, Meafur'd the mischiefs they had done, How was their infolence surpris'd And all the foes of Zion feiz'd With horrow to the foul! 6 Thus fhall the men who hate the faints Be blafted from the sky; Their glory fade their courage faint, And all their projects die. What though they flourish tall and fair? Their growth fhall perish in despair, 8 So, corn which on the boufe-top stands, It fprings and withers on the place; A word of bleffing on the grafs, Nor minds it as he goes. PSALM CXXX, Common metre, UT of the deeps of long diftrefs, I fent my cries to feek thy grace, 2 Great God, should thy feverer eye, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal fich could stand. 3 But there are pardons with my God 4[I wait for thy falvation, Lord, 5 [Juft as the guards, who keep the night, Long for the morning fkies, Watch the firft beams of breaking light, So waits my foul to fee thy grace, |