2 Directed by thy heav'nly word 3 On me, devoted to thy fear, 4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost, PART 5. 1 To my request and earnest cry Attend, O gracious Lord; Inspire my heart with heav'nly skill, 2 Let my repeated pray'r at last 3 Then shall my grateful lips return 4 My tongue the praises of thy word Shall thankfully resound, Because thy promises are all 1 PSALM 121. 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, 3 Shelter'd beneath th' Almighty's wings Thou shalt securely rest, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee 4 From common accidents of life From the blind strokes of chance, and foes That lie in wait to kill. 5 At home, abroad, in peace, in war, Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage 1 I PSALM 121 OLD VERSION. LIFT mine eyes to Sion hill, Till succour God me send : 2 The mighty God me succour will, Which heav'n and earth did frame, And all things therein name. 3 Thy foot from slip he will preserve, 4 Lo, he that Israel doth conserve, Nor slumber close his eyes. 5 The Lord thy keeper is alway, On thy right hand is he A shade to cover thee: 6 The sun shall not thee parch by day, Nor moon, scarce half so bright, With cold thee hurt by night. 7 The Lord will keep thee from distress, And will thy life sure save: Yea, thou shalt also have 8 In all thy business good success; When thou go'st in or out He'll compass thee about. 1 WH PSALM 125. HO place on Sion's God their trust, Like her immovably be fix'd By his almighty hand. 2 Look how the hills on every side So stands the Lord around his saints, 3 The wicked may afflict the just, Nor force him by despair to seek 4 Be good, O righteous God, to those PSALM 130. 1 FROM lowest depths of woe Lord, hear my supplicating voice, 2 Should'st thou severely judge, 3 My soul with patience waits 4 My longing eyes look out More duly than the morning watch 5 Let Israel trust in God, No bounds his mercy knows ; The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succour flows. PSALM CXXXIII., CXXXIII. O. V. 6 Whose friendly streams to us A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, 1 HOW PSALM 133. OW vast must their advantage be! 2 True love is like that precious oil, 3 "Tis like refreshing dew, which does 4 For Sion is the chosen seat, The promis'd blessing has ordain'd, 10 PSALM 133. OLD VERSION. What a happy thing it is, Brethren to dwell together in 2 'Tis like the precious ointment that |