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. 1 PSALM 116.-1st Part. 1 C. M. [b] Recovery from sickness. LOVE the Lord: he heard my cries, Long as I live, when troubles rise, 2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear, 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, "My God," I cry'd, "thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; "Thy power can rescue from the grave, 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, PSALM 116.-2d Part. C. M. [b] Ver. 12, &c. Vows, made in trouble, paid in the church; or, public thanks for private deliverance. 1 HAT shall I render to my God WHA My feet shall visit thine abode, 2 Among the saints that fill thine house 3 How much is mercy thy delight, How dear thy servants in thy sight! 4 How happy all thy servants are! My life, which thou hast made thy care, 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, Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, PSALM 117.-C. M. [*] 2 His mercy reigns through every land; PSALM 117.-L. M. [*] ROM all that dwell below the skies, 1 FRO Let the Redeemer's name be sung 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; 1 Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, PSALM 117.-S. M._[*] T shall sound through distant lands: Far be thine honour spread, Till morning light and evening shade PSALM 118.-1st Part. C. M. [*]· Ver. 6--15. Deliverance from tumult. 1 THE Lord appears my helper now. Nor is my faith afraid THE Of what the sons of earth can do, 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, 3. Like bees my foes beset me round; But I shall all their rage confound 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong, How cheerful is my voice! 5 Like angry bees they girt me round; So burning thorns, with crackling sound, 6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; 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, mn 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand, that hath chastis'd him sore, 3 Open the gates of Zion now, Among th' assemblies of thy saints PSALM 118.—3d Part. C. M. [*] Christ the foundation of his church. 1B which God in Zion lays, EHOLD the sure foundation stone To build our heavenly hopes upon, 2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, 8 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Yet on this Rock the church shall rest, What though the gates of hell withstood, 'Tis thine own work, Almighty God, |