o 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls;

e 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,

Sad tokens of their pow'r.

5 How are the seats of worship broke!
They tear thy buildings down;
And he who deals the heaviest stroke,
Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames, they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest;
'Come let us burn at once, they cry,
The temple and the priest.'

7 And still, to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn;

Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace,
Thy pow'r and grace are gone.

8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes,
But all the seers mourn;

There's not a soul amongst us knows,
The time of thy return.]

PAUSE.

p 9 How long, eternal God, how long
Shall men of pride blaspheme!
Shall saints be made their endless song,
And bear immortal shame?
10 [Canst thou forever sit and hear
Thine holy name profan❜d?

And still thy jealousy forbear,

And still withhold thine hand?]

e 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown, In ages long before?

-And now, no other God we own,

No other God adore.

12 [Thou didst divide the raging sea

By thy resistless might;

To make thy tribes a wond'rous way,
And then secure their flight.

13 Is not the world of nature thine,
The darkness and the day?

Didst thou not bid the morning shine,
And mark the sun his way?`

14 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast,
And set the earth its bounds,

With summer's heat, and winter's frost,
In their perpetual rounds?

15 And shall the sons of earth and dust,
That sacred pow'r blaspheme?

Will not that hand that form'd them first, Avenge thine injur'd name?]

16 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade,

And vex thy mourning dove.

e 17 [Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest;
Plead thine own cause, almighty God,
And give thy children rest]

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PSALM 75. L. M. Blendon. [*] Power and Government from God alone. O thɛe, most Holy and most High, To thee we bring our thankful praise; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace. 2 [To slavery doom'd, thy chosen sons "Beheld their foes triumphant rise; "And sore oppress'd by earthly thrones, "They sought the Sov'reign of the skies. 3 'Twas then great God, with equal pow'r, "Arose thy vengeance and thy grace, "To scourge their legions from the shore, "And save the remnant of thy race.”] 4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride; Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the powers that God hath made. 5 Such honours never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; 'Tis God the Judge doth one advance; 'Tis God that lays another low.

6 No vain pretence to royal birth,
Shall fix a tyrant on the throne;
God, the great Sov'reign of the earth,
Will rise, and make his justice known.
7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup
Of vengeance mix'd with various plagues,
To make the wicked drink them up,
Wring out and taste the bitter dregs.
8 Now shall the Lord exalt the just,
And while he tramples on the proud;
And lays their glory in the dust,
My lips shall sing his praise aloud.]

PSALM 76. C. M. Bedford. [*]

God in Zion terrible to her Enemies.

1 N Judah, God of old was known,
His name in Israel great;

In Salem stood his holy throne,
And Zion was his seat.

2 [Among the praises of his saints,
His dwelling there he chose:
There he receiv'd their just complaints,
Against their haughty foes.]

o 3 From Zion went his dreadful word,
And broke the threat'ning spear;
The bow, the arrows, and the sword,
And crush'd th' Assyrian war.

e 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else, But mighty hills of prey?

The hill, on which JEHOVAH dwells, 0 Is glorious more than they.

5 ['Twas Zion's King that stopt the breath Of captains and their bands:

The men of might slept fast in death,
And never found their hands.

d 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horse and chariot fell:
Who knows the terrour of thy rod!
Thy vengeance who can tell?]

e 7 What pow'r can stand before his sight, When once his wrath appears?

a When Heav'n shines round with dreadful light, The earth lies still and fears.

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-8 When God, in his own sov'reign ways,
Comes down to save th' opprest;

The wrath of man shall work his praise,
And he'll restrain the rest.

9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring;
Ye princes, fear his frown:

His terrours shake the proudest king,
And cuts an army down.

10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke
Our haughty foes shall feel:
For Jacob's God hath not forsook,
But dwells in Zion still.]

PSALM 77. C. M. FIRST PART. Abridge. [b]

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Melancholy and Hope.

TO God I cry'd with mournful voice,
I sought his gracious ear;

In the sad day when troubles rose,

And fill'd my heart with fear.

p 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights,
My soul refused relief;

I thought on God, the just and wise,
But thoughts increas'd my grief.

3 [Still I complain'd, and still opprest,
My heart began to break:

My God, thy wrath forbade my rest,
And kept my eyes awake.

4 My overwhelming sorrows grew,
Till I could speak no more;
Then I within myself withdrew,
And call'd thy judgments o'er.

5 I call'd back years and ancient times,
When I beheld thy face;

My spirit search'd for secret crimes,
That might withhold thy grace.

6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind,
Which I enjoy'd before:

And will the Lord no more be kind?
His face appear no more?]

e 7 Will he forever cast me off?

His promise ever fail?

p Has he forgot his tender love?
Shall anger still prevail?

-8 But I forbid this hopeless thought,
This dark despairing frame;
Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought;
Thy hand is still the same.

o 9 I'll think again of all thy ways,
And talk thy wonders o'er;
Thy wonders of recov'ring grace,
When flesh could hope no more.

o 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne;
And men who love thy word,
Have in thy sanctuary known

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The counsels of the Lord.

C. M. SECOND PART. Wantage. [*]
Israel brought from Egypt to Canaan.
OW awful is thy chast'ning rod"-
(May thine own children say)

"HOW

"The great, the wise, the dreadful God!
"How holy is his way!"

-2 [I'll meditate his works of old;
The King who reigns above,
I'll hear his ancient wonders told,
And learn to trust his love.]

-3 Long did the house of Joseph lie,
With Egypt's yoke opprest;
Long he delay'd to hear their cry,
Nor gave his people rest.

4 The sons of good old Jacob seem'd,
Abandon'd to their foes;

But his almighty arm redeem'd
The nation that he chose.

-5 Israel, his people and his sheep,
Must follow where he calls;

He bade them venture through the deep,
And made the waves their walls!

e 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God,
The waters saw thee come;

u Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room.

-7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown;