With equal doom th' unerring law Be peace by each implor'd on thee, How blest, who calls himself thy friend! O may'st thou, free from hostile fear, Seat of my friends and brethren, hail! How cease the zeal that in me glows PSALM CXXIII.-J. Bowdler, Jun. LORD, before Thy throne we bend, To the dust our knees we bow; Bound to earth and rooted here From the heavens, Thy dwelling place, Leave us not beneath the power PSALM CXXVIII.-Mason. THAT man enjoys his Maker's smile, Procure him daily food. His wife, like the prolific vine With luscious grapes o'erspread, Whose branches o'er his mansion twine, Shall bless his nuptial bed; His children, like the olives green, His race, a long progressive train, PSALM CXXX.-Mason. SUNK in the deep abyss of woe, O, while In pity bend Thine eye! For when Thy justice sternly frowns, Thence, with firm faith and holy fear, I wait Thy saving grace to share, As watchmen wait the dawn. That faith, that fear, through Israel spread, Shall dart a cheerful ray, Till full redemption, o'er his head, Diffuse eternal day. E PSALM CXXXVII.-Mason. CAPTIVES of Babylon, we sought the vale, Where broad Euphrates rolls in crystal state, Hung our mute harps upon its poplars pale, And sat, dear Sion, weeping o'er thy fate! While our proud victors, in opprobrious vein, Cry'd, "Slaves arise! your silent lyres resume, And swell your voices with that choral strain, Which echo'd sweet in Sion's ruin'd dome !" What! to an alien ear, an alien clime, Shall we repeat JEHOVAH'S hallow'd song ? Ah! sooner than profane that lay sublime, Cleave to its roots each fibre of our tongue; Forget, my hand, each warbling chord to sweep, O think, great GOD, on Salem's fatal hour, Blest be that future foe, by justice led, Who Israel's woes repeats in Edom's fall, Wreaks all her wrongs on Babylon's proud head, And flings her children 'gainst the shatter'd wall. PSALM CXXXIX.--New Version. THOU, LORD, by strictest search hast known My secret thoughts are known to Thee, Thine eye my bed and path surveys, Surrounded by Thy pow'r I stand, O could I so perfidious be, To think of once deserting Thee: Where, LORD, could I Thy influence shun? If I should try to shun Thy sight One glance from Thee, one piercing ray, Search me, O GOD, my thoughts and heart, Correct me where I go astray, |