"Nor the moon by night.

"Jehovah will preserve thee from all evil; "He will preserve thy soul.

"Jehovah will preserve thy going out and thy

"From this time forth for ever and ever."

LoWTH, Lect. 30.

PSALM CXXI.

BEYOND the mountain's hoary brow

I will my views extend,

From whence is help, and who shall now
The needful comfort send.

My help is from the Lord of love,

In welfare, or in woe,

Which arch'd the glorious heav'n above,

And laid the land below.

Through him thy feet their ground shall keep,

And move secure and free,

Nor shall the blessed watchman sleep,

Which is on guard for thee.

Behold Jeshurun's ward, that draws

The veil of thy repose,

His active nature needs no pause,
Nor sleep, nor slumber knows.

The Lord, thy keeper, is intent
On his peculiar charge,
The Lord all dangers shall prevent,
Thy breast-plate and thy targe;

So that the sun's meridian lamp
Shall not thy veins inflame,

Nor shall the moon-beams, in the damp
Of midnight, chill thy frame.

The Lord thy safety shall insure,
All peril shall he ward;

Yea, and thy soul shall rest secure,
When cherish'd by the Lord

The Lord shall for thy ways provide
Through ev'ry sea and shore,
Thy travel and return to guide

From henceforth, evermore.

SMART.

PSALM CXXII

THIS Psalm is in the title ascribed to David, and at is a production worthy of his pen. It is an elegant and lively ode, and has ever been admired by the best judges, both for the composition, and the

matter of it.

CHANDLER'S Life of David.

PSALM CXXII.

O happy summons! to the court,
And temple of the Lord resort.
Jerusalem, our feet shall tread
Within thy walls! O thou the head
Of all the earth, and Judah's throne,
Three cities strongly join'd in one!
The tribes in throngs to thee ascend,
The tribes, which on the Lord depend,
Fat offerings to his altar bring,
And his immortal praises sing.
There shall be his tribunal place,
The judgment-seat of David's race.

Your joys shall with your days increase,
Who love, and pray for Salem's peace:

May peace within thy walls abound,
Thy palaces with joy resound!

Ev'n for my friends and kindred's sake,

May never war thy bulwarks shake;
Ev'n for the hope of Israel,

And house, where God vouchsafes to dwell.

PSALM CXXII. *

WHAT joy, while thus I view the day,
That warns my thirsting soul away,
What transports fill my breast!
For lo my great Redeemer's pow'r
Unfolds the everlasting door, :
And leads me to his rest.

SANDYS.

* Theodore Zuinger, of whom some account may be found in Thuanus, when he lay on his deathbed, took his leave of the world, in a paraphrase on the cxxiid Psalm. I have never been able to get a sight of the original; but one may venture, I be

The festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to the hallow'd dome,
Thy presence to adore;

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread th' etherial floor.

E'en now to my expecting eyes
The heav'n-built towers of Salem rise,
E'en now, with glad survey

I view her mansions, that contain
Th' angelic forms, an awful train,
And shine with cloudless day.

Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo the redeem'd of God ascend,

lieve, to say, that it has lost nothing in a translation of it by the late learned and pious Mr. MERRICK; which is so excellent, that I must beg leave to present it to the reader. Some of the lines are retained in his more literal poetical version, published in 1765. It may serve as a finished specimen of the noble and exalted use, which a Christian may, and ought to make of the Psalms of David. Bishop HORNE'S Psalms.