Psalm 121

To the hills I lift mine eyes.
The everlasting hills;
Streaming thence in fresh supplies
My soul the Spirit feels.

Will He not His help afford?
Help, while yet I ask is given:
God comes down; the God and Lord
That made both earth and heaven.

Faithful soul, pray always; pray.
And still in God confide:
He thy feeble steps shall stay.
Nor suffer thee to slide:

Lean on thy Redeemer's breast;
He thy quiet spirit keeps,
Rest in Him, securely rest;
Thy Watchman never sleeps.

Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell
Thy Keeper can surprise;
Careless slumber cannot steal
On His all-seeing eyes:
He is Israel's sure defence;
Israel all His care shall prove,
Kept by watchful providence.
And ever-waking love.
See the Lord thy Keeper stand,
Omnipotently near:
Lo! He holds thee by thy hand,
And banishes thy fear;
Shadows with His wings thy head.
Guards from all impending harms;
Round thee and beneath are spread
The everlasting arms.
Thee in evil's scorching day
The sun shall never smite;
Thee the moon's malignest ray
Shall never blast by night.
Safe from known or secret foes,
Free from sin and Satan's thrall,
God, when flesh, earth, hell oppose.
Shall keep thee safe from all.
Christ shall bless thy going out,
Shall bless thy coming in;
Kindly compass thee about.
Till thou art saved from sin;
Like thy spotless Master thou,
Fill'd with wisdom, love, and power,
Holy, pure, and perfect now.
Henceforth and evermore.
PSALM cxxn.
O HOW overjoy'd was I,'
When the solemn hour drew nigh!
Summon'd to the house of prayer.
Flew my soul to worship there.

" Come," my cheerful brethren said,
"Let us go with holy speed;
Let us haste' with one accord
To the temple of our Lord:

" Running at His kind command,
There our ready feet shall stand,
Still within the sacred gate
Will we for His mercy wait;

liOve the channels of His grace,
Reverence the hallow'd place.
Where our Lord records His name;
Stay we in Jerusalem",

God hath built His church below,
Labour'd all His art to show;
Each with each the parts agree.
Framed in perfect symmetry.

There the chosen tribes go uj),
Testify their gospel-hope.
Praise and bless the' Incarnate Word,
Shout the name of Christ their Lord I

There are Aaroii's mitred sons.
There the apostolic thrones;
Moses' legislative chair,
God's great hierarchy is there.

Pray, my friends, and never cease.
Wrestle on for Sion's peace:
Make her still your pious care.
On your hearts for ever bear.

Hail the venerable name.
Lovely, dear Jerusalem!
Thee who bless shall blessed be,
Prosper for their love to thee.

Dwell within thy ramparts peace,
Plenty deck thy palaces;
Jesus send thee from "above
All the treasures of His love!

For my friends' and brethren's sake,
Thee my dearest charge I make;
England'' s desolate Church be mine!
Sion, all my soul be thine!

O thou temple of my God,
For thy sake I spend my blood,
Longing here thy rise to see,
Glad to live and die for thee.