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PART II.

O GOD! my heart within me faints,
And pours in sighs her deep complaints.
Yet many a thought shall linger still
By Carmel's height and Tabor's rill,
The Olive Mount my SAVIOUR trod,
The rocks that saw and own'd their GOD.

The morning beam that wakes the skies,
Shall see my matin incense rise;
The ev'ning seraphs, as they rove,
Shall catch the notes of joy and love,
And sullen night, with drowsy ear,
The still repeated anthem hear.

My soul shall cry to Thee, O Lord,
To Thee, supreme incarnate WORD,
My rock and fortress, shield and friend,
CREATOR, SAVIOUR, source and end;
And Thou wilt hear Thy servant's prayer,
Though Death and Darkness speak despair.
Ah! why, by passing clouds oppress'd,
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Turn, turn to Him in every pain,
Whom never suppliant sought in vain ;
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.

PSALM C.

BEFORE JEHOVAH's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the LORD is GOD alone,
He can create, and He destroy.

His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when, like wand'ring sheep, we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise!
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with endless praise

Wide, as the world, is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love,
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

PSALM CXIV. VERSIFIED.-Watts.

WHEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land;
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their King, and Judah was His throne.

Across the deep their journey lay,
The deep divides to make them way;
The streams of Jordan saw, and fled
With backward current to their head

The mountains shook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of sov'reign power at hand.

What pow'r could make the deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his tide?

Why did ye leap, ye little hills?

And whence the fright that Sinai feels?

Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood
Retire, and know th' approaching GOD;
The King of Israel: see Him here;
Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear.

He thunders, and all nature mourns ;
The rock to standing pools He turns;

Flints spring with fountains at His word,
And fires and seas confess their Lord.

PSALM CXXII.-Merrick.

THE festal morn, my GoD, is come,
That calls me to Thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore:

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing step thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.

E'en now, to our transported eyes,
Fair Sion's towers in prospect rise;
Within her gates we stand;
And, lost in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy sons unite
In friendship's firmest band.

Hither from Judah's utmost end
The Heav'n-protected tribes ascend;
Their off'rings hither bring;
Here, eager to attest their joy,

In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

By His command impell'd, to her
Contending crowds their cause refer ;
While princes, from her throne,
With equal doom th' unerring law
Dispense, who boast their birth to draw
From Jesse's favour'd son.

Be peace by each implor'd on thee,
O Salem, while with bended knee
To Jacob's GOD we pray:

How blest, who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labour shall attend,

And safety guard his way.

O may'st thou, free from hostile fear, Nor the loud voice of Tumult hear, Nor War's wild wastes deplore : May Plenty nigh thee take her stand, And in thy courts with lavish hand Distribute all her store.

Seat of my friends and brethren, hail!
How can my tongue, O Salem, fail
To bless thy lov'd abode ?
How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The mansion of my GOD?

PSALM CXXIII.-J. Bowdler, Jun.

LORD, before Thy throne we bend,
LORD, to Thee our eyes ascend;
Servants to our Master true,
Lo, we yield Thee homage due;
Children, to our Sire we fly,
ABBA, FATHER, hear our cry!

To the dust our knees we bow;
We are weak, but mighty Thou;
Sore distress'd, yet suppliant still,
We await Thy holy will:

Bound to earth and rooted here
Till our SAVIOUR GOD appear.

From the heavens, Thy dwelling place,
Shed, O shed, Thy pardoning grace,
Turn to save us :-none below
Pause to hear our silent woe;
Pleased or sad, a thoughtless throng,
Still they gaze and pass along.

Leave us not beneath the power
Of temptation's darkest hour;
Swift to seal their captive's doom,
See our foes exulting come :
JESUS, SAVIOUR, yet be nigh,
LORD of Life and Victory!

PSALM CXXVIII.—Mason.

THAT man enjoys his Maker's smile,
Who humble, just, and good,
Contented sees his daily toil
Procure him daily food.

His wife, like the prolific vine
With luscious grapes o'erspread,
Whose branches o'er his mansion twine,
Shall bless his nuptial bed;

His children, like the olives green,
Shall bloom his board around,
While, at their head, he sits serene,
With bliss paternal crown'd.

His race, a long progressive train,
Through ages shall increase,
And, bless'd by Sion's GoD, remain
Possess'd of Israel's peace.

PSALM CXXX.-Mason.

SUNK in the deep abyss of woe,
To Thee, my GOD! I cry ;

O, while my contrite tears o'erflow,
In pity bend Thine eye!

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