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8 Arise, O Lord, and now possess
Thy constant place of rest;
Be that, not only with thy ark,
But with thy presence, blest.
9, 10, Clothe thou thy priests with righteousness;
Make thou thy saints rejoice;
And, for thy servant David's sake,
Hearthy anointed’s voice.
! I God sware to David in his truth,
Nor shall his oath be vain,
One of thy offspring after thee,
Upon thy throne shall reign :

12 And if thy seed my cov’nant keep,

And to my laws submit,
Their children too upon thy throne
For ever more shall sit.

13, 14 For Sion does, in God's esteem,
All other seats excel;
His place of everlasting rest,
Where he desires to dwell.
15, 16 Her store, says he, I will increase,.
Her poor with plenty bless;
Her saints shall shout for joy, her priests
My saving health confess.

17 There David's pow'r shall long remain
In his successive line,
And my anointed servant there
Shall with fresh lustre shine.
18 The faces of his vanquish'd foes
Confusion shall o'erspread;
Whilst, with confirm'd success, his crown
Shall flourish on his head.
l H9). vast must their advantage be,
How great their pleasure prove,
Who live like brethren, and consent
. In offices of love 1
2 True love is like that precious oil,
Which, pour’d on Aaron's head,
Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes.
Its costly moisture shed.

3 Tis like refreshing dew, which does
On Hermon's top distil;
or like the early drops that fall

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1. LESS God, ye servants, that attend
Upon his solemn state,
That in his temple, night by night,
With humble rev'rence wait :
2, 3. Within his house lift up your hands,
And bless his holy Name:
From Sion bless thy Israel, Lord,
Who earth and heaven didst frame.

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1. PRAISE the Lord with one consent;
And magnify his Name;
Let all the servants of the Lord
His worthy praise proclaim.
2 Praise him all ye that in his bouse
Attend with constant care ;-
With those that to his outmost courts
With humble zeal repair.

3. For this our truest int’rest is,
Glad hymns of praise to sing ;
And with loud songs to bless his Name,
A most delightful thing.
4. For God his own peculiar choice
The sons of Jacob makes; *
And Israel’s offspring for his own
Most valued treasure takes.

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5-That God is great, we often have
By glad experience found ;
And seen how he, with wondrous power,
Above all Gods is crown'd.
6 For he, with unresisted strength,
Performs his sov’reign will,
In heav'n and earth, and wat'ry stores.
That earth's deep caverns fill.

7. He raises vapours from the ground, ... Which, pois'd in liquid air, Fall down at last in show’rs, through which His dreadsul, lightnings glare,

8 He from his store-house brings the winds; o
And he, with vengeful hand,
The first-born slew of man and beast,
Tarough Egypt's mourning land.

9 He dreadiul signs and wonders show'd,
Through stubborn Egvpt's coasts ;
Nor Pharaoh could his plagues esco
Nor all his num'rous hosts.
10, l l Twas he that various nations smote,
And mighty kings suppress'd ;
Sihon and Og, and all besides,
Who Canaan's land possess'd.
12, 13: Their land upon his chosen race
He firmly did entail ;
For which his fame shall always last,
His praise shall never fail.
-4 For God shall soon his people's cause
With pitying eyes survey;
Repent him of his wrath, and turn
His kindled rage away.

15 Those idols whose false worship spreads.
O'er all the heathen lands,
Are made of silver and of gold,
The work of human hands.
16, 17. They move not their fictitious tongues,
Nor see with polish'd eyes;
Their counterfeited ears are deaf,
No breath their mouth supplies.

f8 As senseless as themselves are they
That all their skill apply
To make them, or in dangerous times
On them for aid rely. **
19 Their just returns of thanks to God
Let grateful Israel pay;
Nor let the priests of Aaron's race
To bless the Lord delay.

20 Their sense of his unbounded love
Let Levi's house express ;
And let all those who fear the Lord,
His Name for ever bless.
91 Let all with thanks his wondrous works
In Sion's courts proclaim .
Let them in Salem, w elis,
Exalt his holy

B O God the mighty Lord
Your joyful thanks repeat;
To him due praise afford,
As good as he is great :
For God does prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.

2, 3 To him whose wondrous power
All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay :
For God, oc.

4, 5 By his Almighty hand
Amazing works are wrought;
The heav'ns by his command
Were to perfection brought :
For God, oc.

6 He spread the ocean reund
About the spacious land;
And made the rising ground
Above the waters stand :
For God, &c.

7, 8, 9 Through heav'n he did display
His num'rous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,
The moon and stars by night =
For God, 85 c.

10, 11, 12 He struck the first-born dead
Of Egypt's stubborn land ;
And thence his people led
With his resistless hand :
For God, &c.

13, 14. By him the raging sea,
As if in pieces rent,
Disclos'd a middle way,
Through which his people went :
For God, torc.

15 Where soon he overthrew
Proud Pharaoh and his host,
Who, daring to pursue,
Were in the billows lost :
For God, &c.

16, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild
He led the chosen seed;
And famous princes foil'd,
And made great monarchs bleed:
For God, &c.

19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand
Great Ammon's sceptre sway’d ;
And Og, whose stern command
Rich Bashan's land obey'd :
For God, &c.

31, 22 And, of his wondrous grace,
Their lands whom he destroy'd,
He gave to Israel's race,
To be by them enjoy'd :
For God, Öre.

23, 24. He in our depth of woes,
On us with favour thought,
And from our cruel foes,
In peace and safety brought; - -
For God, &c.

25, 26 He does the food supply,
On which all creatures live,
To God who reigns on high,
Eternal praises give :
For God will prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.


l WHEN we, our weary limbs to rest, -
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream;
We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest,
And Sion was our mournful theme.
2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung
On willow trees, that wither'd there.

3 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspir'd
To triumph in our slavish wrongs,
Music and mirth of us requir’d,
“Come, sing us one of Sion's songs.”
4 How shall we tune our voice to sing,
Or touch our harps with skilful hands

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