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PSALM 116. Second Part. C.M.
Public thanks for private deliverance. (cont.)

2	Among the saints that fill thine house    My off 'rings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows,    My soul in anguish made.
3	How much is mercy thy delight,    Thou ever blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight!    How precious is their blood!
4	How happy all thy servants are!    How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care,    Lord, I devote to thee.
5	Now I am thine, forever thine,    Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,    And bound me with thy love.
6	Here in thy courts I leave my vow,    And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints who hear me now,    If I forsake the Lord.

PSALM 117. L.M.
Praise to God from all nations.

1	FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise: Let the Redeemer's name be sung Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
2	Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. HL Note

PSALM 118. First Part. C.M.
Deliverance from a tumult.

1	THE Lord appears my helper now,    Nor is my faith afraid;

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PSALM 118. First Part. C.M.
Deliverance from a tumult. (cont.)

1	Whate'er the sons of earth may do,    Since heav'n affords its aid.
2	'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,    And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree,    And on their truth depend.
3	'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong,    In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song,    How cheerful is my voice!
4	Like angry bees, they girt me round;    When God appears, they fly: So burning thorns with crackling sound,    Make a fierce blaze, and die.
5	Joy to the saints, and peace belongs;    The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs    To his almighty grace.

PSALM 118. Second Part. C.M.
Public praise for deliverance from death.

1	LORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry,    And rescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: for none can die,    If God resolve to save.
2	Thy praise more constant than before,    Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore,    Defends him still from death.
3	Open the gates of Zion now,    For we shall worship there; The house where all the righteous go,    Thy mercy to declare.
4	Among th' assemblies of thy saints    Our thankful voice we raise;