Success his labours shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

50 may'st thou, free from hostile fear,
Never the voice of tumult hear,
Nor wasting war deplore;

May Plenty nigh thee take her stand,
And in thy courts with lavish hand,
Distribute all her store.

6 Seat of my friends and brethren hail!
Ne'er shall my tongue, O Zion fail
To bless thy lov❜d abode;

Ne'er cease the zeal that in me glows
To seek thy good, whose walls inclose
The mansion of my God.

PSALM CXXII. Second version. (s. M.)

1 Glad was my heart to hear
My dear companions say-
Come, in the house of God
For 'tis an holy day.

appear,

2 Our willing feet shall stand
Within the temple door,

While young and old, in many a band,
Shall throng the sacred floor.

3 Thither the tribes ascend,

Where all are wont to meet,

And, joyful in the house of prayer,

Bend at the mercy seat.

4 Pray for Jerusalem,

The city of our God:

The Lord from heav'n be kind to them

That love the dear abode.

5 Within these walls, may peace
And harmony be found;
Zion in all thy palaces
Prosperity abound.

6 For friends and brethren dear,
Our pray'r shall never cease;
Oft as they meet for worship here,
God send his people peace.

PSALM CXXIII.

1 On thee who dwell'st above the skies, For mercy wait my longing eyes;

(L. M.)

As servants wait their masters' hands,
And maids their mistresses' commands.
20 then have mercy on us, Lord;
Thy gracious aid to us afford;
No longer let our foes oppress,
But see and pity our distress.

PSALM CXXIV.

National deliverance.

1 Had God forsook us, when our foes
In adverse hosts against us rose;
Had God, we now may surely say,,
Forsook us in the dreadful day,

(II. 3)

When gath'ring troops their wrath outpour'd
Their fury had our tribes devour'd.

2 Down had we sunk, and o'er our head,
The swelling floods their waves had spread;
Down had we sunk-but blest be God,
Whose arm the timely help bestow'd,
And, all opposers chas'd away,

Snatch'd from their jaws th' expected prey.

3 See, as the bird with sudden spring,
Exulting mounts upon the wing,
Just rescued from the fowler's art
So triumph we with thankful heart,
And, sav❜d by God's preventing care,
Shake from our feet the broken snare.

4 When woes and dangers round us rise,
Our help on God alone relies;

To him our liberty we owe,

And own his strength against the foe, Whose hand thy centre fix'd, O Earth, And give th' enduring Heavens their birth.

PSALM CXXV.

(o. M.)

1 Who make the Lord of hosts their tow'r,
Shall like mount Zion be,
Immovable by mortal pow'r,
Built on eternity.

2 As round about Jerusalem,

The guardian mountains stand; So shall the Lord encompass them, Who hold by his right hand.

3 The rod of wickedness shall ne'er
Against the just prevail,

Lest innocence should find a snare
And tempted virtue fail.

4 Do good, O God, do good to those
Who cleave to thee in heart;
Who on thy truth alone repose,
Nor from thy law depart.

5 While rebel souls, who turn aside,
Thine anger shall destroy;

Do thou in peace thy people guide,
To their eternal joy.

PSALM CXXVII.

1 Unless the Lord sustain the house,
The builders lose their pain;
Unless the Lord the city keep,
The watchmen wake in vain.

2 In vain ye rise, in vain ye watch,
And eat the bread of care;

The balm of peace and sweet content,
His children only share.

3 When duteous sons around thee stand,
They are kind heav'n's reward;
Not arrows in a giant's hand,
Can yield so sure a guard.

4 Happy the man who thus is blest;
His quiver fill'd with these,
Securely he may dwell in peace,
Nor fear his enemies.

PSALM CXXX.

The sixth penitential, for Ash Wednesday.

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

2 Shouldst thou severely judge,
Who can the trial bear?

But thou forgiv'st lest we despond,
And quite renounce thy fear.

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

(c. M.)

(S. M.

My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never failing word.
4. My longing eyes look out
For thy enliv'ning ray,

More duly than the morning watch

To spy the dawning day.

5 Let Israel trust in God,

No bounds his mercy knows;

The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succour flows.

6 Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey;

A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
And wash our guilt away.

PSALM. CXXXI.,

Paraphrase.

1 Lord, forever at thy side,

Let my place and portion be;
Strip me of the robe of pride,
Clothe me with humility.

2 Meekly may my soul receive
All thy spirit hath reveal'd;
Thou hast spoken-I believe,
Though the prophecy were seal'd.

3 Quiet as a weaned child,

Weaned from the mother's breast; By no subtlety beguil❜d,

On thy faithful word I rest.

4 Saints rejoicing evermore,
In the Lord Jehovah trust:

(III. 1).