Part 13

Ver. 39 116. 1 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach Which I so justly fear; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Nor let my shame appear.

Ver. 122 135. 3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud oppress; But make thy waiting servant see The shinings of thy face.

Ver. 82. 4 My eyes with expectation fail, My heart within me cries, "When will the Lord his truth fulfil, "And make my comforts rise?"

Ver. 132. 5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord, And shew thy grace the same As thou art ever wont t' afford To those that love thy Name.

Psalm 119:13. Thirteenth Part. Holy fear, and tenderness of conscience.

Ver. 10. 1 With my whole heart I've sought thy face, O let me never stray From thy commands, O God of grace, Nor tread the sinner's way.

Ver. 11. 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart To keep my conscience clean, And be an everlasting guard From every rising sin.

Ver. 63 53 158. 3 I'm a companion of the saints Who fear and love the Lord; My sorrows rise, my nature faints, When men transgress thy word.

Ver. 161 163. 4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong, My spirit stands in awe; My soul abhors a lying tongue, But loves thy righteous law.

Ver. 161 120. 5 My heart with sacred reverence hears The threatenings of thy word: My flesh with holy trembling fears The judgments of the Lord.

Ver. 166 174. 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait For thy salvation still; While thy whole law is my delight, And I obey thy will.

Psalm 119:14. Fourteenth Part. Benefit of afflictions, and support under them.

Ver. 153 81 82. 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send; My soul for thy salvation faints, When will my troubles end?

Ver. 71. 2 Yet I have found, 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God.

Ver. 50. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins, I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins.

Ver. 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul opprest with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead.

Ver. 75. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Tho' they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings I endure Flow from thy faithful care.

Ver. 67. 6 Before I knew thy chastening rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way.

Psalm 119:15. Fifteenth Part. Holy resolutions.

Ver. 93. That thy statutes every hour Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quickening power, And daily peace I find.

Ver. 15 16. 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my sweet employ; My soul shall ne'er forget thy word, Thy word is all my joy.

Ver. 32. 3 How would I run in thy commands, If thou my heart discharge From sin and Satan's hateful chains, And set my feet at large!

Ver. 13 46. 4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy Name; I'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear Nor yield to sinful shame.

Ver. 61 69 70. 5 Let bands of persecutors rise To rob me of my right, Let pride and malice forge their lies, Thy law is my delight.

Ver. 115. 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, Whose hands and hearts are ill; I love my God, I love his ways, And must obey his will.

Psalm 119:16. Sixteenth Part. Prayer for quickening grace.

Ver. 25 37. 1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust Turn off these eyes of mine.

2 I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray.

Ver. 107. 3 When sore afflictions press me down, I need thy quickening powers; Thy word that I have rested on shall help my heaviest hours.

Ver. 156 140. 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still? And thou a faithful God? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road?

Ver. 159 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace!

Ver. 93. 6 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quickening power To draw me near the Lord.

Psalm 119:17. Seventeenth Part. Courage and perseverance under persecution; or, Grace shining in difficulties and trials.

Ver. 143 28. 1 When pain and anguish seize me, Lord, All my support is from thy word: My soul dissolves for heaviness, Uphold me with thy strengthening grace.

Ver. 51 69 110. 2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies, They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my soul to snares and sin, Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.

Ver. 161 78. 3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause, They hate to see me love thy laws: But I will trust and fear thy Name, Till pride and malice die with shame.

Psalm 119:18. Last Part. Sanctified afflictions; or, Delight in the word of God.

Ver. 67 59. 1 Father, I bless thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wandering soul to God!

2 Foolish and vain I went astray Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord, I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word.

Ver. 71. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well.

Ver. 72. 4 The law that issues from thy mouth Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore.

Ver. 73. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy spirit form'd my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous Name, And guard me safe from death and sin.

Ver. 74. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice.

Psalm 120. Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, A devout wish for peace.

1 Thou God of love, thou ever blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest From lips that love deceit?

2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste My golden hours of life.

3 O might I fly to change my place, How would I chuse to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell.

4 Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms; I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms.

6 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue!

6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro', Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love.

Psalm 121:1. L. M. Divine protection.

1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives; There my Almighty refuge lives.

2 He lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead.

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning-smiles bless all the day; He spreads the evening veil, and keeps The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

4 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise.

5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far.

6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go and still return Safe in the Lord his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare.

7 On thee foul spirits have no power; And in thy last departing hour Angels, that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

Psalm 121:2. C. M. Preservation by day and night.

1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid: The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall Whom he designs to keep; His ear attends the softest call, His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers With his almighty arm, And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night.

6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath Where thickest dangers come; Go and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home.

Psalm 121:3. As the 148th Psalm. God our preserver.

1 Upward I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made: God is the tow'r To which I fly: His grace is nigh In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears: Those wakeful eyes That never sleep Shall Israel 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 sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath; I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home.

Psalm 122:1. Going to church. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, "And keep the solemn day!"

2 I love her gates, I love the road: The church adorn'd with grace Stands like a palace built for God, To shew his milder face.

3 Up to her courts with joys unknown The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints; And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts, and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns.

Psalm 122:2. Proper Tune. Going to church.

1 How pleas'd and blest was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 There David's greater Son Has fix'd his royal throne, He sits for grace and judgment there; He bids the saint be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear.

4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait To bless the soul of every guest! The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest!

5 My tongue repeats her vows "Peace to this sacred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well.

Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the Tune.

Psalm 123. Pleading with submission.

1 O thou whose grace and justice reign Enthron'd above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As Servants watch their master's hand, And fear the angry stroke; Or maids before their mistress stand, And wait a peaceful look;

3 So for our sins we justly feel Thy discipline, O God; Yet wait the gracious moment still, Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those that in wealth and pleasure live Our daily groans deride, And thy delays of mercy give Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes insult us, but our hope In thy compassion lies; This thought shall bear our spirits up, That God will not despise.

Psalm 124. A song for the fifth of November.

1 Had not the Lord, may Israel say, Had not the Lord maintain'd our side, When men to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide;

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll, We had been swallow'd deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul.

3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escap'd the fatal stroke; So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke.

4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare, Who sav'd us from the murdering sword, And made our lives and souls his care.

5 Our help is in Jehovah's Name, Who form'd the earth and built the skies; He that upholds that wondrous frame Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

Psalm 125:1. C. M. The saint's trial and safely.

1 Unshaken as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains be, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love That every saint surround.

3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge To drive them near to God, Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone.

5 But if we trace those crooked ways That the old serpent drew, The wrath that drove him first to hell Shall smite his followers too.

Psalm 125:2. S. M. The saints' trial and safety; or, Moderated afflictions.

1 Firm and unmov'd are they That rest their souls on God; Firm as the mount where David dwelt Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around.

3 What tho' the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere.

5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; The God of Israel will support His children lest they faint.

6 But if our slavish fear Will chuse the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell.

Psalm 126:1. L. M. Surprising deliverance.

1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a painted dream.

2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy Name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim.

3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow.

4 The man that in his furrow'd field His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves.

Psalm 126:2. C. M. The joy of a remarkable conversion; or, Melancholy removed.

1 When God reveal'd his gracious Name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace:

3 "Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine; "Great is the work," my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine."

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home.

6 Tho' seed lie bury'd long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop.

Psalm 127:1. L. M. The blessing of God on the business and comforts of life.

1 If God succeed not, all the cost And pains to build the house are lost: If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may sleep.

3 What if you rise before the sun, And work and toil when day is done, Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun that poverty you dread;

3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest; He can make rich, yet give us rest: Children and friends are blessings too, If God our sovereign make them so.

4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends: How sweet our daily comforts prove When they are season'd with his love!

Psalm 127:2. C. M. God all in all.

1 If God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain; And towns, without his wakeful eye, An useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew, And till the stars ascend the skies Your tiresome toil pursue.

3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare; In vain, till God has blest; But if his smiles attend your care, You shall have food and rest.

4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends Shall real blessings prove, Nor all the earthly joys he sends, If sent without his love.

Psalm 128. Family blessings.

1 O happy man, whose soul is fill'd With zeal and reverend awe; His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law.

2 A careful providence shall stand And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thy hand Its kindly blessings shed.

3 [Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine, And learn to fear the Lord.]

4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil For months and years to come; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill, Shall send thee blessings home.

5 This is the man whose happy eyes Shall see his house increase, Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace.

Psalm 129. Persecutors punished.

1 Up from my youth, may Israel say, Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years.

2 Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assail'd my riper age, But not destroy'd my life.

3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep, Hourly they vex my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep.

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye Measur'd the mischiefs they had done Then let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surpris'd To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd With horror to the soul.

6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their projects die.

7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despis'd in death.]

8 [So corn that on the house-top stands No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves.

9 It springs and withers on the place: No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.]

Psalm 130:1. C. M. Pardoning grace.

1 Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear.

2 Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand.

3 But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood To draw us near to thee.

4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.]

5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes;

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.]

7 [Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace.

8 There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Israel shall be sav'd.]

Psalm 130:2. L. M. Pardoning grace.

1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries; If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear.

3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long, and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display?

4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain.

5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Thro' the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done.

Psalm 131. Humility and submission.

1 Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild, Content, my Father, with thy will, And quiet as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord.

Psalm 132:1. 5 13-18. L. M. At the settlement of a church; or, The ordination of a Minister.

1 Where shall we go to seek and find An habitation for our God, A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind Amongst the sons of flesh and blood?

2 The God of Jacob chose the hill Of Zion for his ancient rest; And Zion is his dwelling still, His church is with his presence blest.

3 Here will I fix my gracious throne, And reign for ever, saith the Lord; Here shall my power, and love be known, And blessings shall attend my word.

4 Here will I meet the hungry poor, And fill their souls with living bread; Sinners that wait before my door, With sweet provision shall be fed.

5 Girded with truth and cloth'd with grace, My priests, my ministers shall shine: Not Aaron, in his costly dress, Made an appearance so divine.

6 The saints, unable to contain Their inward joys shall shout and sing; The Son of David here shall reign, And Zion triumph in her King.

7 [Jesus shall see a numerous seed Born here, t' uphold his glorious Name; His crown shall flourish on his head, While all his foes are cloth'd with shame!]

Psalm 132:2. 4 5 7 8 15-17. C. M. A church established.

1 [No sleep nor slumber to his eyes Good David would afford, Till he had found below the skies A dwelling for the Lord.

2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his Name, His ark was settled there; To Zion the whole nation came, To worship thrice a year.

3 But we have no such lengths to go, Nor wander far abroad; Where'er thy saints assemble now, There is a house for God.]

PAUSE.

4 Arise, O King of Grace, arise, And enter to thy rest! Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be own'd and blest.

5 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford.

6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread.

7 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine.

8 Here let him hold a lasting throne; And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honours shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes.

Psalm 133:1. C. M. Brotherly love.

1 Lo! what an entertaining sight Are brethren that agree, Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety!

2 When streams of love from Christ the spring Descend to every soul, And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole;

3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet, On Aaron's reverend head, The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, And o'er his garments spread.

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shews, And makes his grace distil.

Psalm 133:2. S. M. Communion of saints; or, Love and worship in a family.

1 Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one, Whose kind designs to serve and please Thro' all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house Where seat and friendship meet, Their songs of praise, their mingled vows Make their communion sweet.

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