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PSALM 122. C.M.
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 show 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 heav'nly 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 123. C.M.
Pleading with submission.

  1 O THOU, whose grace and justice reign
   Enthroned 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;

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PSALM 123. C.M.
Pleading with submission. (cont.)

  2 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. L.M.
Thanksgiving for deliverance from national calamities.

  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 murd'ring 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;

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