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He guides our feet, he guards our way
Thro' all the dangers of the day;
And he from lurking ill defends
In fleep's unguarded hour, his friends.
Whom God protects, are always best,
They rife fecure, fecurely reft;
Their holy guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit nor number nor furprise.

No fun fhall fmite their head by day,
Nor the pale moon with fickly ray
Shall blaft their couch; no baleful star
Dart its malignant fire fo far.

Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still they fhall go, and still return
Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care
Defends their life from every fnare.

CCVII. PSALM CXXI. Prop. Met. WATTS.

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UP

The fame.

PWARD I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made;
God is the tower

To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,
Nor fall in mifchief's fnare;
Mischief is turned afide
By his protecting care.

Thofe

Those wakeful eyes
That never fleep,
My life fhall keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:
Thou art my fun,
And thou my fhade,
To yield thine aid
By night or noon.

4 And thou haft given thy word
To rescue me from death,
And I will truft my Lord,
In hope refign my breath;
I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,

When from on high

Thou calleft me home.

сCVIII. PSALM CXXII. Com. Met. WATTS.

I

Delight in the House of GOD.

H My friends devoutly fay,

OW did my heart rejoice to hear

In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the folemn day.

2 Peace be within this facred place, And joy a conftant gueft!

With holy gifts and heavenly grace

Be her attendants bleft!

3 My foul fhall welcome Zion ftill, While life or breath remains ;

There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
And there my Father reigns.

CCIX. PSALM CXXII. Prop. Met, MERRICK.
Welcome the Day of the LORD.

I

TH

HE joyful morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honoured dome
Thy prefence to adore;

My feet the fummons fhall attend,
With willing steps thy courts afcend,
And tread the hallowed floor.

2 Hither the fons of virtuous aim,
Superior to the world's false shame,
Their pious offerings bring;
Warm from the heart their grateful joy
Does all their thought their tongue employ,
And hails their gracious King.

3

Be peace implored by each from thee;.
With heart more humble than the knee
For peace within we pray:

How bleft, who feek in God their friend,
Their chaftened prayers to heaven ascend,
And all their hopes repay.

4 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail!
Seat of mild peace, ne'er fhall I fail
To bless thy loved abode

Nor stay the zeal that in me glows,
Thy good to feek, whofe walls difclofe
The prefence of my God.

ccx. PSALM CXXV. Long Met. MERRICK. GOD, the Safeguard of his People.

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W

HO truft in God's protecting hand, Secure as Sion's mount fhall stand, That proof to ages, meets the skies, And, fixed, each adverfe fhock defies. 2 Behold fair Salem's hallowed ground, By fhadowing hills encompaffed round; So, Lord, thy prefence and thy grace Encircle virtue's chofen race.

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4

Though fin may profper for awhile,
On fin no conftant bleffings fmile;
Left fin, established into law,
Our hearts from thy obedience draw.

Thy mercies to the juft extend,
Thou art their guardian, thou their friend :
No power can change thy steadfast love,
Or whom thou loveft from thee remove.

ccxI. PSALM CXXV. Short Met. WATTS.

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F

The fame.

IRM and unmoved are they Who reft their fouls on God; The earth, when he its bafis fixed, Not more fecurely ftood.

As mountains rose to guard Old Salem's facred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his faints around.

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What though a parent's rule Submit them to his rod; Life and its trials only ferve

To draw them near to God.

The Lord will those preserve,
Whofe faith and pious fear,

Whofe hope, and love, and every grace
Proclaim their hearts fincere.

CCXII. PSALM CXXV. Com. Met.

W

The fame.

ITH dauntless head amidst the feas
The folid rock afpires;
Onward the furge in fury rolls,
The furge in foam retires.

2 So beat the storms against the just,
No storm can overthrow;

3

He who can fay, " God is my friend,"
Fears not an earthly foe.

Succours unknown descend on those
Who virtuous aims pursue;

The man who God fincerely loves,

Has God in conftant view.

4 But thofe who from all goodness swerve, Their own ill deeds destroy;

While peace attends on virtuous men,
A peace without alloy.