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Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,

To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heav'n without my God,

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

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

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

The strength of ev'ry saint.
5 Behold! the sinners, that remove

Far from thy presence, die :
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 thy works abroad.
And tell the world my joy.

PSALM 74. First Part. C. M.

The church pleading under sore persecution.
1 VILL God for ever cast us off ?

His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,

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

With their Redeemer's blood;
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 hang,

Sad tokens of their pow'r.
5 How are the seats of worship broke

They tear the buildings 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 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Thy presence is withdrawn;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;

The best, the wisest, mourn:
And not a friend, nor promise, shows
The time of thy return.

PSALM 78. Second Part. C. M.
A Prayer of the church for deliverance

from great afflictions. 1

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,

The darkness and the day?
Didst thou not bid the morning shine,

And mark the sun his way?
3 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 ?
4 And shall the sons of earth and dust

That sacred pow'r blaspheme?

Will not thy hand that form'd them first,

Avenge thine injur'd name? 5 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. o Our foes would triumph in our blood;

And make our hope their jest : Plead thy own cause, Almighty God, And give thy children rest.

PSALM 75. L. M.

The hand of God acknowledged. "TO

thee, most high and holy God,

To thee our thankful hearts we raise ; : Thy works declare thy name abroad,

Thy wond'rous works demand our praise. 2 To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons

Beheld their foes triumphant rise ;
And sore opprest 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 Thy hand, that form'd the restless main,

And rear'd the mountain's awful head,
Bade raging seas their course restrain,

And desert wilds receive their dead.
5. Such wonders never come by chance,

Nor can the wind such blessings blow : 'Tis God the judge doth one advance,

'Tis God that lays another low, 6 Let haughty tyrants sink their pride,

Nor lift so high their scornful head ;

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But lay their impious thoughts aside,
And own the empire God hath made.

PSALM 76. C. M.

Goil protects his church. 1 ' IN

N Judah, God of old was known ;

His name in Israel great :
In Salem stood his holy throne,

And Zion was his seat. 2 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else,

Than mighty hills of prey ?
The hill, on which Jehovah dwells,

More glorious is than they. 3 'Twas Zion's king, who stopt the breath

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

And vain were all their boasts. 4 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,

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

Thy vengeance who can tell !
5 When God in his own soy'reign ways.

Comes down to save th' opprest;
The wrath of man shall work his praise,

And he'll restrain the rest.
6 Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring,

Ye princes fear his frown ;
His terror shakes the proudest king,

And cuts an army down.
7 The thunder of his sharp rebuke

Our haughty foes shall feel :
The God of Jacob ne'er forsook;

But dwells in Zion still.

PSALM 77. First Part.

First Part. C. M.
Hope prevailing over despondency.
O God I cried with mournful voice

I sought his gracious ear :
In the sad hour when troubles rose;

And fill'd my heart with fear.
2 Gloomy 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 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? 7 Will he forever cast me off?

And will his promise fail ? Hath 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.

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