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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.
And flesh and heart should faint;
The strength of ev'ry saint.
Far from thy presence, die :
Can save them when they cry.
Shall be my sweet employ ;
PSALM 74. First Part. C. M.
The church pleading under sore persecution.
His wrath for ever smoke
His little chosen flock ?
With their Redeemer's blood;
Where once thy glory stood.
Aloud our ruin calls :
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.
They tear the buildings down:
Procures the chief renown.
Thy children in their nest :
“ The temple and the priest.'
Thy presence is withdrawn;
Thy pow'r and grace are gone.
The best, the wisest, mourn:
PSALM 78. Second Part. C. M.
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 ?
The darkness and the day?
And mark the sun his way?
And set the earth its bounds;
In their perpetual rounds ?
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 ;
Arose thy vengeance and thy grace,
And save the remnant of thy race.
And rear'd the mountain's awful head,
And desert wilds receive their dead.
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 ;
But lay their impious thoughts aside,
PSALM 76. C. M.
Goil protects his church. 1 ' IN
N Judah, God of old was known ;
His name in Israel great :
And Zion was his seat. 2 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else,
Than mighty hills of prey ?
More glorious is than they. 3 'Twas Zion's king, who stopt the breath
Of captains, and their hosts :
And vain were all their boasts. 4 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horse and chariot fell;
Thy vengeance who can tell !
Comes down to save th' opprest;
And he'll restrain the rest.
Ye princes fear his frown ;
And cuts an army down.
Our haughty foes shall feel :
But dwells in Zion still.
PSALM 77. First Part.
First Part. C. M.
I sought his gracious ear :
And fill'd my heart with fear.
My soul refus'd relief :
But thoughts increas'd my grief.
My heart began to break;
And kept my eyes awake.
'Till I could speak no more ; Then I within myself withdrew,
And call'd thy judgments o'er.
When I beheld thy face ;
That might withhold thy grace. 6 I call’d thy mercies to my mind,
Which I enjoy'd before ;
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.