At Salem's court we must appear
With our assembled pow'rs;

In strong and beauteous order rang'd,
Like her united tow'rs.

'Tis thither by divine command, The tribes of God repair, Before his ark to celebrate

His name with praise and pray'r.

O pray we then for Salem's peace,.
For they shall prosp'rous be;
Thou holy city of our God,

Who bear true love to thee.

PSALM

PSALM CXXIX. L. M.

NHOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known

TH

My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts, and private ways;:
Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent
My yet unutter'd words' intent.

Surrounded by thy power. I stand,
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
O skill! for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!:

O could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee!
Where Lord, could I thy influence shun,
Or whither from thy presence run.

L

PSALM CXXX. C. M.

ORD from the pit of deep distress
To thee I make my moan ;
To thee when dangers round me press,
I sigh, complain, and groan.

Hearken, O God! to my request,
Thy gracious ear incline;
In pity on my wounded breast,
O shed thy balm divine!

I know, if at thy righteous bar
All our misdeeds were try'd,
The doom strict justice must declare
No mortal might abide.

But mercy, mercy dwells with thee,
Unbounded is thy grace;
Therefore shall trembling piety
In hope approach thy face.

PSALM CXXXIII. C. M.

WHAT a happy thing it is,

And joyful for to see,

Brethren to dwell together in
Friendship and unity!

'Tis like the precious ointment, that
Was pour'd on Aaron's head;
Which from his beard down to the skirts
Of his rich garments spread.

And, as the lower ground doth drink
The dew of Hermon's hill;

And Sion with his silver drops,

The fields with fruit doth fill.

Ev'n so the Lord doth pour on them
His blessings manifold;

Whose hearts and minds, without all guile,
This knot fast keep and hold.

PSALM CXXXIII. Version 2. C. M.

EHOLD how joyful is the hour!
How pleasant is the sight!

When brethren in the friendly bonds

Of amity unite.

'Tis like the sweet and precious oil
Which fell on Aaron's head,

And o'er his beard and sacred robe
It's fragrant odour shed.

'Tis like the dew the soil doth drink
On Hermon's holy hill;

Or silver drops, which Sion's fields
With peace and plenty fill.

For there the Lord eternal joys,
His promis'd blessings pours,
And if we dwell in peace and love,
Such blessings shall be ours.

PSALM CXLV. L. M.

UR life, our hope on God depends; From him in heav'n all good distills, When he his op'ning hand extends, His plenty all creation fills.

The Lord is just in all his ways,

Thro' all his works his goodness shines,
To all who offer pray'r or praise,
His ear of mercy he inclines.

Still near to those who on him call,
If faith and truth direct their pray'r,
His pow'r fulfils their wishes all,.
As strong to save, as swift to hear.

But though on such as love his name,
These gifts of goodness he bestows,
Yet know, the fruits of sin are shame,.
Destruction falls on all his foes.

Rise then, my soul, and gladly praise The pow'r and justice of the Lord! While all that breathe, their voices raise, And with the joyful song accord.

PSALM CXLVI. C. M.

PRAISE the Lord, and thou, my soul,
For ever bless his name;

His wond'rous love, while life shall last,
My constant praise shall claim.

How happy he, who Jacob's God
For his protector takes;

Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord
His constant refuge makes.

The Lord, who made both heav'n and

And all that they contain,
Will never quit his steadfast truth,
Nor make his promise vain.

The God that does in Sion dwell
Is our eternal King:

From age to age his reign endures;
Let all his praises sing.

PSALM CXLVII. L. M.

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PRAIS
RAISE ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise

Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.

He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names,
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd.