3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears :

Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move; They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints[love;

To their deaf idols and their moveless saints. The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock : People and priests drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] 5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say, "Which is more stupid, or their gods, or they. O Israel, trust the Lord! he hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield; He is thy help, and he thy heavenly shield. 6 In God we trust; our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise; But we are sav'd, and live: Let songs arise, And Zion bless the God that built the skies.

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PSALM 116.-1st Part.

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C. M. [b]

Recovery from sickness.

LOVE the Lord: he heard my cries,
And pity'd every groan;

Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away;
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray;

3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead:
While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplex'd my wakeful head.

"My God," I cry'd, "thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just;

"Thy power can rescue from the grave,
Thy power is all my trust."

5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bid my pains remove;
Return, my soul, to God, thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears:
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

PSALM 116.-2d Part. C. M. [b] Ver. 12, &c. Vows, made in trouble, paid in the church; or, public thanks for private deliverance.

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HAT shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?

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My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

2 Among the saints that fill thine house
My offerings 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 bath 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.-C. M. [*]
Praise to God from all nations.
ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a different tongue :
In every language learn his word,
And let his name be sung!

2 His mercy reigns through every land;
Proclaim his grace abroad:
Forever firm his truth shall stand;
Praise ye the faithful God.

PSALM 117.-L. M. [*]

ROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;

1 FRO

Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

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Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

PSALM 117.-S. M._[*]

T shall sound through distant lands:
THY name, Almighty Lord,
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word,
Thy truth forever stands.

Far be thine honour spread,
And long thy praise endure,

Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchang'd no more.

PSALM 118.-1st Part. C. M. [*]· Ver. 6--15. Deliverance from tumult. 1 THE Lord appears my helper now. Nor is my faith afraid

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Of what the sons of earth can do,
Since Heaven affords me 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. Like bees my foes beset me round;
A large and angry swarm!

But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.

'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,

How cheerful is my voice!

5 Like angry bees they girt me round;
When God appears, they fly:

So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze'and die.

6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs;
The Lord protects their days;
Let Israel tune immortal songs.
To his almighty grace.

PSALM 118.-2d Part. C. M. [*] Ver. 17-21. Public praise for deliverance from death.

1L And rescu'd from the grave;

ORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry,

Now shall he live; (and none can die,
If God resolve to save.)

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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.

Among th' assemblies of thy saints
Our thankful voice we raise;
There we have told thee our complaints,
And there we speak thy praise.

PSALM 118.—3d Part. C. M. [*]
Ver. 22, 23.

Christ the foundation of his church.

1B which God in Zion lays,

EHOLD the sure foundation stone

To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
And saints adore the name;
They trust their whole salvation here,
Nor shall they suffer shame.

8 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with disdain ;

Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,
And envy rage in vain.

What though the gates of hell withstood,
Yet must this building rise:

'Tis thine own work, Almighty God,
And wondrous in our eyes