PSALM CXXX. OUT of the depths of wo Then hearken to my voice, Give ear to my complaint; Thou bidst the mourning soul rejoice, I cast my hope on Thee, Thou canst, Thou wilt forgive; Wert Thou to mark iniquity, Who in Thy sight could live? Humbly on Thee I wait, Confessing all my sin; Lord! I am knocking at thy gate; Like them, whose longing eyes (Though late, and seen through tempests) rise, Heaven's portals to unbar : Like them I watch and pray, And, though it tarry long, Catch the first gleam of welcome day Then burst into a song. Glory to God above! The waters soon will cease; For, lo! the swift returning dove Though storms his face obscure, PSALM CXXXI. LORD! for ever at thy side Meekly may my soul receive All thy Spirit hath reveal'd; Quiet as a weaned child, Weaned from the mother's breast; By no subtilty beguiled, On thy faithful word I rest. Saints! rejoicing evermore, Him in all his ways adore, Wise, and wonderful, and just. PSALM CXXXII.-No. 1. GOD in his temple let us meet, Low on our knees before Him bend; Here hath He fix'd his mercy-seat, Here on his Sabbath we attend. Arise into thy resting-place, Thou, and thine ark of strength, O Lord! Shine through the veil, we seek thy face; Speak, for we hearken to thy word. With righteousness thy priests array; Let those who teach and those who pray, PSALM CXXXII.-No. 2. LORD! for thy servant David's sake, His throne for ever to maintain; Zion, my chosen hill of old, My rest, my dwelling, my delight, I satisfy her poor with bread, Her tables with abundance bless, Joy on her sons and daughters shed, And clothe her priests with righteousness. There David's horn shall bud and bloom, PSALM CXXXIII. How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree In friendship to unite, And bonds of charity! 'Tis like the precious ointment, shed O'er all his robes, from Aaron's head. 'Tis like the dews that fill The cups of Hermon's flowers; Or Zion's fruitful hill, Bright with the drops of showers. When mingling odours breathe around, For there the Lord commands Thrice happy they who meet above PSALM CXXXIV. BLESS ye the Lord with solemn rite, Lift up your hands amid the place From Zion, from his holy hill, PSALM CXXXVII. WHERE Babylon's broad rivers roll, Our harps upon the willows hung, Where, worn with toil, our limbs reclined; The chords, untuned and trembling, rung With mournful music on the wind; While foes, insulting o'er our wrongs, Cried," Sing us one of Zion's songs." How can we sing the songs we love, Far from our own delightful land? -If I prefer thee not above My chiefest joy, may this right hand, Jerusalem! forget its skill, My tongue be dumb, my pulse be still! PSALM CXXXVIII. THEE will I praise, O Lord! in light, Where seraphim surround thy throne; With heart and soul, with mind and might, Thee will I worship, Thee alone. I bow toward thy holy place; For Thou, in mercy still the same, Hast magnified thy word of grace O'er all the wonders of thy name. In peril, when I cried to Thee, How did thy strength renew my soul! Kings and their realms might bend the knee, Could I to man reveal the whole. Thou, Lord! above all height art high, The proud far off, thy jealous eye Though in the depth of trouble thrown, And Thou the contrite heart revive. |