Success his labours shall attend, 50 may'st thou, free from hostile fear, May Plenty nigh thee take her stand, 6 Seat of my friends and brethren hail! Ne'er cease the zeal that in me glows PSALM CXXII. Second version. (s. M.) 1 Glad was my heart to hear appear, 2 Our willing feet shall stand While young and old, in many a band, 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 6 For friends and brethren dear, 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, PSALM CXXIV. National deliverance. 1 Had God forsook us, when our foes (II. 3) When gath'ring troops their wrath outpour'd 2 Down had we sunk, and o'er our head, Snatch'd from their jaws th' expected prey. 3 See, as the bird with sudden spring, 4 When woes and dangers round us rise, 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, 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 Lest innocence should find a snare 4 Do good, O God, do good to those 5 While rebel souls, who turn aside, Do thou in peace thy people guide, PSALM CXXVII. 1 Unless the Lord sustain the house, 2 In vain ye rise, in vain ye watch, The balm of peace and sweet content, 3 When duteous sons around thee stand, 4 Happy the man who thus is blest; PSALM CXXX. The sixth penitential, for Ash Wednesday. 1 From lowest depths of woe, 2 Shouldst thou severely judge, But thou forgiv'st lest we despond, S My soul with patience waits (c. M.) (S. M. My hopes are on thy promise built, 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 A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, PSALM. CXXXI., Paraphrase. 1 Lord, forever at thy side, Let my place and portion be; 2 Meekly may my soul receive 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, (III. 1). |