At Salem's court we must appear In strong and beauteous order rang'd, '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,. 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, Thine eye my bed and path surveys, Surrounded by thy power. I stand, O could I so perfidious be, L PSALM CXXX. C. M. ORD from the pit of deep distress Hearken, O God! to my request, I know, if at thy righteous bar But mercy, mercy dwells with thee, PSALM CXXXIII. C. M. WHAT a happy thing it is, And joyful for to see, Brethren to dwell together in 'Tis like the precious ointment, that And, as the lower ground doth drink And Sion with his silver drops, The fields with fruit doth fill. Ev'n so the Lord doth pour on them Whose hearts and minds, without all guile, PSALM CXXXIII. Version 2. C. M. EHOLD how joyful is the hour! When brethren in the friendly bonds Of amity unite. 'Tis like the sweet and precious oil And o'er his beard and sacred robe 'Tis like the dew the soil doth drink Or silver drops, which Sion's fields For there the Lord eternal joys, 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, Still near to those who on him call, But though on such as love his name, 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, His wond'rous love, while life shall last, How happy he, who Jacob's God Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord The Lord, who made both heav'n and And all that they contain, The God that does in Sion dwell From age to age his reign endures; PSALM CXLVII. L. M. (earth, PRAIS Our hearts and voices in his praise; He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames, |