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And barbarous nations, at his word,

Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.) & For him shall endless prayer be made,

And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise

With every morning sacrifice.
5 People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on his name.
6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns :
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains,

The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
7 (Where he displays bis healing power,

Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings than their father lost. 8 Let every creature rise and bring

Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long amen.}

PSALM 73-1st Part. C. M. [b] Aflicted saints happy, und prosperous sinners

cursed.
OW I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind

To of heart sincere,
Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd,

And borderd on despair.
. I griev'd to see the wicked thrive,

And spoke with angry breath,
“How pleasant and profane they live!

How peaceful is their death :

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3 « With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes

“ They lay their fears to sleep ; # “ Against the heavens their slanders rise,

" While saints in silence weep. “ In vain I lift my hands to pray,

“ And cleanse my heart in vain, “For I am chasten'd all the day,

“ The night renews my pain.” $ Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints,

I felt my heart reprove;
“ Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,

“And grieve the men I love."
6 But still I found my doubts too hard,

The conflict too severe,
Till I retir'd to search thy word,

And learn thy secrets there.
7 There, as in some prophetic glass,

I saw the sinner's feet
High mounte. on a slippery place,

Beside a fiery pit.
8 I heard the wretch profanely. boast,

Till at thy frown he fell ;
His honours in a dream were lost,

And he awakes in hell.
9 Lord, what an envious fool I was !

How like a thoughtless beast !
Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace,

And think the wicked blest!
10 Yet I was kept from fell despair,

Upheld by power unknown;
That blessed hand that broke the spare

Shall guide me to thy throne.

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PSALM 73.-22 Part. C. M. (*) Ver. 26–28. God our portion here and hero

after.
i OD, my supporter and my hope,

My help forever near,
Tbine arm of mercy held me up,

When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet

Through this dark wilderness;
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,

To dwell before thy face.
3 Were I in heaven without my God,

Twould be no joy to me ;
And whilst this earth is my abode,

I long for none but thee.
& What if the springs of life were broke,

And flesh and heart should faint!
God is my soul's eternal rock,

The strength of every saint.
5 Behold the sinners, that remove

Far from thy presence,
Not all the idol gods they love

Can save them when they cry.
6 But to draw near to thee, my God,

Shall be my sweet employ;
My tongue shall sound ihy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

PSALM 73.-L. M. (*]

Ver. 22, 3, 6, 17-20.
The prosperity of sinners cursed.
ORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I,

die;

To see the wicked plac'd on high.
In pride and robes of honour shine!

2 But, О their end, their dreadful end!

Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slippery rocks I see them stand,

And fiery billows roll below.
8 Now let them boast how tall they rise,

I'll never envy them again ;
There they may stand with haughty eyes

Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!

Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony

Are but a preface to their plagues. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine

Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord 'tis enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.

PSALM 73.-S. M. [b]
The mystery of Providence unfolded.
1 YURE there's a righteous God,
Though men of vice may boast aloud,

And men of grace complain.
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,

Their flesh looks full and fair :
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,

And grows without their care.
Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure,
Through all their life oppression reigns,

And rucks the humble poor

S Por ish religion Sain;

5 Their impious tongues blasphemie

The everlasting God:
Their malice blasts the good man's name,

And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But, 1 with flowing tears,

Indulg'd any doubts to rise ; ** Is there a God that sees or hears

“The things below the skies P”] 7 The tumults of my thought

Held me in hard suspense,
Till to thy house my feet were brought,

To learn thy justice thence.
8 Thy word with light and power

Did my mistakes amend;
I view'd the sinners' lives before,

But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slippery steep

The thoughtless wretches go
And O that dreadful fiery deep,

That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,

My thoughts no more repine ;
I call my God my portion now,
And all my powers are thike.

PSALM 74.-C. M. [*]
The church pleading with God under sore per-

secution.
ILL God forever cast us oit?
His

wrath forever smoke
Against the people of his love,

His little chosen flock? % Think of the tribes so dearly bought

With their Redeemer's blood;

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