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Nor let thy Zion be forgot,

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 bang,

Sad tokens of their power.
5 How are the seats of worship broke!

They tear thy building down;
And he that 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 gar distress,

Thy presence is withdrawn;
Thy wonted signs of power and grace,

Thy power 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.

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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 withbold thine hand ? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou In ages long before!

[shown 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 wondrous 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 power form'd every 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 power blaspheme ?
Will not thy hand, that form’d them first,

Avenge thine injured 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.
17 Our foes would triumph in our blood,

And make our hopes their jest:
Plead thine own cause, Almighty God,

And give thy children reste

PSALM 75.-L. M. [*] Power and government from God alone. 10 thee, most holy, and most high,

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Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace. " To slavery doom'd, thy chosen sons “ Beheld their foes triumphant rise ; “ And, sore oppress'd by earthly thrones,

They sought the Sovereign of the skies. 8 “'Twas then, great God, with equal power,

" Arose thy vengeance and thy grace, "To scourge their legions from the shore,

“ And saye 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 “ empire” God hath made. 5 Such honours never come by chance,

Nor do the wds 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 knowo. 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 tie bitter dregs. 8 Nor shall the Lord exalt the just:

And while he tramples on the proud,
And lays their glory in the dust,
Our lips shall sing his praise aloud.]

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PSALM 76. C. M. [*] Israel saved, and the Assyrians destroyed; of,

God's vengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church.

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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.
S From Zion went his dreadful word,

And broke the threat ning spear,
The bow, the arrows, and the sword,

And crusb'd th' Assyrian war.
What are the earth's wide kingdoms else

But mighty hills of prey ?
The hill on which Jehovah dwells

Is glorious more than they. 5 'Twas Zion's King that stopp'd the breath

Of captains and their bands :
The men of might slept fast in death,

And never found their hands. 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,

Both horse and chariot fell!
Who knows the terror of thy rod!

Thy vengeance, who can tell ! 7 What power can stand before thy sight,

When once thy wrath appears
When heaven shines round with dreadful

The earth lies still and foars. flight, 8 When God, in his own sovereign ways,

Comes down to save th' oppress'd

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 terrors shake the proudest king,

And cut an army down.
10 Thè thunder of his sharp rebuke

Our haughty foes shall feel:
For Jacob's God hath not forsook,

But dwells in Zion still.]

PSALM 77.-1st Part. C. M. [b] Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing. · TO voice,

I sought his gracious ear,
In the sad day when troubles rose,

And fill'd my heart with fear. % Sad were my days, and dark my nights,

My soul refus'd relief;
I thought on God, the just and wise,

But thoughts increas'd my grief.
3 Still I complain'd, and still oppress'd,

My heart began to break :
My God, thy wrath forbade my regt,

And kept my eyes awake.
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 crimos.

T'hat might withbold tby grace.

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