His spotless fame shall shine as bright 2 In him the nations of the world 3 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord, 4 Let earth be with his glory fill'd; Whilst to his praise, the list'ning world Their glad assent proclaim. 1 PSALM 73. First Part. s. M. The mystery of Providence unfolded. URE there's a righteous God, Tho' men of vice may boast aloud, 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine; While haughty fools with scornful eyes, In robes of honour shine. 3 Pamper'd with wanton ease, Thro' all their life oppression reigns, 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme Their malice blasts the good man's name, 6 But I with flowing tears Till to thy house my feet were brought I view'd the sinners' life before, 1 PSALM 73. Second Part. C. M. God our portion here and hereafter. NOD, my supporter, and my hope, My help for ever near; G Thine arm of mercy held me up, 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, Thro' this dark wilderness; Thy hand conduct me near thy seat, 3 Were I in heav'n without my God, And while this earth is my abode, 4 What if the springs of life were broke, The strength of ev'ry saint. 5 Behold! the sinners, that remove 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, 1 My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. PSALM 74. First Part. C. M. The church pleading under sore persecution. WILL ILL God for ever cast us off? 2 Think of the tribes, so dearly bought Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste; Aloud our ruin calls: See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang, Thy foes profanely roar: Over thy gates their ensigns hang, 5 How are the seats of worship broke! 6 With flames they threaten to destroy 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy wonted sign of pow'r and grace, 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, 1 And not a friend, nor promise, shows PSALM 74. Second Part. C. M. A Prayer of the church for deliverance from great H afflictions. [OW long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme! Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 2 Is not the world of nature thine, Didst thou not bid the morning shine, 3 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast, With summer's heat and winter's frost, 4 And shall the sons of earth and dust 5 Think on the cov❜nant thou hast made, 6 Our foes would triumph in our blood, 1 T PSALM 75. L. M. The hand of God acknowledged. O thee, most high and holy God, To thee our thankful hearts we raise; 4 Thy hand, that form'd the restless main, |