Part 54 (1/2)

2 My feet shall never slide And fall in fatal snares, Since G.o.d, 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.d, 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.d 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.