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2 When streams of love, from Christ the spring, Defcend to ev'ry foul,

And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole :
3 'Tis like the oil, divinely fweet,
On Aaron's rev'rend head,

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The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,
And o'er his garments fpread.

'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,

Where God his mildeft glory fhews,
And makes his grace distil.

PSALM CXXXIII. Short Metre.

Communion of faints; or, love and worship in a

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LEST are the fons of peace, Whofe hearts and hopes are one, Whofe kind defigns to ferve and please, Through all their actions run.

2 Bleft is the pious house

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Where zeal and friendship meet,
Their fongs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion fweet.

Thus, when on Aaron's head
They pour'd the rich perfume,
The oil through all his raiment fpread,
And pleasure fill'd the room.

4 Thus on the heav'nly hills

The faints are bleft above,

Where joy, like morning dew, diftils,
And all the air is love.

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PSALM CXXXIII. Particular Metre.

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The bleffings of friendship.

H Kindred and friends agree,

OW pleasant 'tis to fee

Each in their proper ftation move,
And each fulfil their part,

With fympathifing heart,

In all the cares of life and love!

'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's facred head,
Divinely rich, divinely fweet:
The oil through all the room
Diffus'd a choice perfume,

Ran through his robes, and bleft his feet.

Like fruitful fhow'rs of rain

That water all the plain,

Defcending from the neighb'ring hills;
Such ftreams of pleafure roll

Through ev'ry friendly foul,

Where love like heav'nly dew diftils.

[Repeat the first flanza, if necessary.]

PSALM CXXXIV.

Common Metre.

Daily and nightly devotion.

E that obey th' Immortal King,
Attend his holy place;

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Bow to the glories of his pow'r,

And blefs his wond'rous grace.

2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And fend your fouls on high:
Raife your admiring thoughts by night
Above the ftarry sky.

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3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick'ning grace ;

The God that spreads the heav'ns abroad, And rules the fwelling feas.

PSALM CXXXV. 1ft Part. Long Metre. Ver. 1-4, 14, 19-21. The church is God's

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boufe and care.

RAISE ye the Lord; exalt his name,
While in his holy courts ye wait,

Ye faints that to his houfe belong,

Or ftand attending at his gate.

2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good: To praife his name is fweet employ ; Ifrael he chofe of old, and still

His church is his peculiar joy.

3 The Lord himself will judge his faints: He treats his fervants as his friends: And when he hears their fore complaints, Repents the forrows that he fends.

4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th' oppreffor's rod; He gives his fuff'ring fervants reft,

And will be known Th' Almighty God. 5 Elefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love, People and priests exalt his name : Amongst his faints he ever dwells: His church is his Jerufalem.

PSALM CXXXV. 2d Part. Long Metre. Ver. 5-12. The works of creation, providence, redemption of Ifrael, and deftruction of enemies.

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REAT is the Lord, exalted high
Above all pow'rs, and ev'ry throne:

Whate'er he please in earth or fea,
Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done.
2 At his command the vapours rise,
Th' light'nings flash, the thunders roar ;
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempeft from his airy store.

3 'Twas he thofe dreadful tokens fent,
O Egypt, through thy ftubborn land;
When all thy firft-born, beafts and men,
Fell dead by his avenging hand.
4 What mighty nations, mighty kings,
He flew, and their whole country gave
To Ifrael, whom his hand redeem'd,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's flave!
5 His pow'r the fame, the fame his grace,
That faves us from the hofts of hell;
And heav'n he gives us to poffefs,
Whence thofe apoftate angels fell.

PSALM CXXXV.

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Common Metre.

Praife due to God, not to idols.

WAKE, ye faints, to praise your King,
Your sweetest paffions raife,

Your pious pleasure, while you fing,
Increafing with the praife.

2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown Are his divine employ :

But ftill his faints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.

3 Heav'n, earth, and fea, confefs his hand; He bids the vapours rife :

Lightning and ftorm, at his command, Sweep through the founding fkies.

4 All pow'r, that gods or kings have claim'd, Is found with him alone;

But heathen gods fhould ne'er be nam'd,
Where our JEHOVAH's known.

5 Which of the stocks or ftones they trust
Can give them fhow'rs of rain ?
In vain they worship glitt'ring duft,
And pray to gold in vain.

6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, Such as their makers gave:

Their feet were ne'er defign'd to walk, Nor hands have pow'r to fave. 7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, Nor hear when mortals pray : Mortals that wait for their relief, Are blind and deaf as they.] 8 Ye faints, adore the living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes the churches his abode, And claims your honours there. PSALM CXXXVI.

Common Metre. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Ifrael, and falvation of bis people.

IVE thanks to God the fov'reign Lord,
His mercies ftill endure;

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And be the King of kings ador'd,

His truth is ever fure.

2 What wonders hath his wifdom done!
How mighty is his hand!

Heav'n, earth, and fea, he fram'd alone :
How wide is his command!

3 The fun fupplies the day with light:
How bright his counfels fhine!

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