PSALM CXVIII. 4th Part. Com. Met. Ver.24-26. Hofanna; the Lord's-day; or, Chrift's refurrection and our falvation.

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I HIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise furround the throne.

2 To-day he rofe and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the faints his triumphs fpread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hofanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!

Help us, O Lord; defcend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Bleft be the Lord, who comes to men
With meffages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father's name,
To fave our finful race.

5 Hofanna in the higheft ftrains

The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.

PSALM CXVIII. 22-27. Short Metre. An hofanna for the Lord's-day; or, a new song of falvation by Chrift.

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EE what a living ftone

The builders did refufe ;

Yet God hath built his church thereon,
In spite of envious Jews.

2 The Scribe and angry priest
Reject thine only Son:

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Yet on this Rock fhall Zion reft,
As the chief corner stone.

The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wond'rous in our eyes ;
This day declares it all divine,
This day did Jesus rife.

This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made;

Let us rejoice, and fing, and pray,
Let all the church be glad.

Hofanna to the King

Of David's royal blood;

Blefs him, ye faints; he comes to bring

Salvation from your God.

We blefs thy holy word,

Which all this grace difplays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our facrifice of praife.

PSALM CXVIII. 22-27. Long Metre. An hafanna for the Lord's-day; or, a new song of falvation by Chrift.

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O what a glorious corner-ftone The Jewish builders did refufe ; But God hath built his church thereon, In fpite of envy, and the Jews.

2 Great God the work is all divine,
The joy and wonder of our eyes;
This is the day that proves it thine,
The day that faw our Saviour rife.
3 Sinners rejoice, and faints be glad :
Hofanna, let his name be bleft;
A thoufand honours on his head,
With peace, and light, and glory reit!

4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race;

Let the whole church addrefs their King
With hearts of joy, and songs of praise.

PSALM CXIX.

I bave collected and disposed the most useful verfes of this Pfalm under eighteen different heads, and formed a Divine Song on each of them. But the verfes are much tranfpofed to attain fome degree of connection.

In fome places, among the words law, commands, judgments, teftimonies, I have used gospel, word, grace, truth, promifes, &c. as more agreeable to the New Teftament, and the common language of Chrif tians, and it equally answers the defign of the Pfalm.. ift, which was to recommend the Holy Scriptures. PSALM CXIX. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. The bleedness of faints, and mifery of finners.

Ver. 1, 2,

I LEST are th' 'undefil'd in heart, 'BLEST

Whose ways are right and clean;

Who never from thy law depart,
But fly from ev'ry fin.

2 Bleft are the men that keep thy word,
And practife thy commands;

With their whole heart they seek the Lord, And ferve thee with their hands.

Ver, 165.

3 Great is their peace who love thy law
How firm their fouls abide !
Nor can a bold temptation draw
Their fteady feet afide,

Ver. 6.

4 Then fhall my heart have inward joy, And keep my face from fhame,

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When all thy ftatutes I obey,
And honour all thy name.
Ver. 21, 118.

But haughty finners God will hate,
The proud fhall die accurft ;
The fons of falfhood and deceit
Are trodden to the dust.
Ver. 119, 155.

6 Vile as the drofs the wicked are;
And thofe that leave thy ways
Shall fee falvation from afar,
But never taste thy grace.

PSALM CXIX. 2d Part. Com. Metre. Secret devotion and spiritual-mindedness; or, confant converfe with God.

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Ver. 147, 55.

O thee, before the dawning light,
My gracious God, I pray;

I meditate thy name by night,
And keep thy law by day.

Ver. 81.

2 My fpirit faints to fee thy grace;
Thy promife bears me up;
And while falvation long delays,
Thy word fupports my hope.
Ver. 164.

3 Seven times a day I lift my hands,
And pay my thanks to thee;
Thy righteous Providence demands
Repeated praife from me.

Ver. 62.

4 When midnight darkness veils the fkies,
I call thy works to mind;
My thoughts in warm devotion rife,
And fweet acceptance find.

PSALM CXIX. 3d Part. Com. Metre, Profeffions of fincerity, repentance and obedience,

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Ver. 57, 60.

HOU art my portion, O my God ;
Soon as I know thy way,

My heart makes hafte t' obey thy word,
And fuffers no delay.

Ver. 39, 14.

I choose the path of heav'nly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me fo rejoice.

3 The teftimonies of thy grace
I fet before mine eyes:
Thence I derive my daily ftrength,
And there my comfort lies.

Ver. 59.

4 If once I wander from thy path.
I think upon my ways;
Then turn my feet to thy commands
And truft thy pard'ning grace.

Ver. 94, 114.
5 Now I am thine, forever thine,
O fave thy fervant, Lord!
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place,
My hope is in thy word.

Ver. 112.

6 Thou haft inclin'd this heart of mine
Thy ftatutes to fulfil :

And thus till mortal life fhall end
Would I perform thy will.