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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;