"waters; these men see the works of the Lord, "and his wonders in the deep."—GREEN's Observations on the Sublime of Longinus.

PSALM CXVII.

O praise th' eternal Lord,

Ye nations all around!

His goodness thro' the world record,

His glorious acts resound!

On us, and all our race,

His mercy largely flows,

His truth no time can e'er deface,

Nor force his pow'r oppose.

MILBOURNE.

PSALM CXVII.

FROM all, that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,

Eternal truth attends thy word;

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

WATTS.

PSALM CXIX.

PART XXII. TAU.

O, let my cries thy heav'nly seat
Approach; my pray'r indulgent meet,
And give, for on thy word relies
My hope, O give me to be wise.
Behold, for mercy lives in thee,
Behold me suppliant bend the knee,
And let thy promis'd aid dispel

The clouds of grief that o'er me dwell.
Thy sacred precepts taught to know,
How shall my lips, great God, o'erflow
With praise, and, touch'd with holy flame,
The justice of thy laws proclaim !
While pleas'd I bow to thy command,
Reach; in my rescue, reach thy hand:
O thou, whose dictates warm my heart,
Thy long-expected health impart;
And let my soul, to life restor❜d,

Thy love in lasting hymns record,

While o'er my head its beams shall shine,
And make thy great salvation mine.

* Thine eyes in me the sheep behold,
Whose feet have wander'd from the fold;
That, guideless, helpless, strives in vain
To find its safe retreat again;
Now listens, if perchance its ear
The shepherd's well-known voice may
Now, as the tempests round it blow,
In plaintive accent vents its woe.
Great Ruler of this earthly ball,
Do thou my erring steps recall;

hear

O seek thou him, who thee has sought,
Nor turns from thy decrees his thought.

MERRICK

PSALM CXX.

THOU God of love, thou ever-blest,

Pity my suff'ring state;

When wilt thou set my soul at rest
From lips that love deceit ?

Mr. Merrick's poetical paraphrase of this verse is so beautiful and affecting, that I cannot refrain from subjoining it.-Bp. HONE'S Commentary.

Should burning arrows smite thee through,

Strict justice would approve:

But I had rather spare my foe,

And melt his heart with love.

WATTS.

PSALM CXXI.

THE hundred-and-twenty-first psalm is of the same kind with the twenty-fourth already noticed, that is, of the genuine dramatic, or dialogue form; and as it is both concise and elegant, I shall quote it at large. The king, apparently going forth to battle, first approaches the ark of God upon Mount Sion, and humbly implores the Divine assistance, on which alone he professes to rest his confidence:

"I will lift up mine eyes unto the mountains, "Whence cometh my succour.

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My succour is from Jehovah,

"Who made the heavens and the earth.”

The high-priest answers him from the Tabernacle:

"He will not suffer thy foot to stumble;
"He that preserveth thee will not slumber;
"Behold, he will neither slumber nor sleep;

"He who preserveth Israel.

"Jehovah will preserve thee;

"Jehovah will shade thee with his right hand.

"The sun shall not injure thee by day,