!”. 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. 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men, that love thy word, The counsels of the Lord. Comfort derived from ancient provid: nces. 1 " OW awful is thy chast'ning rod !”. (May thy own children say) “ The great, the wise, the dreadful God, “ How holy is his way!” 2 I'll meditate his works of old, The King that reigns above: I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love, 3 Long did the house of Jacob lie With Egypt's yoke opprest : Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. Must foilow where he calls; And makes the waves their walls. 5 The waters saw thee, mighty God! The waters saw thee come ; Backward they fied, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 6 Strange was thy journey thro' the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown : Terrors attend the wond'rous way, That brings thy mercies down. 7 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Thro' a dry desert led his flock Home to the promis'd land. . PSALM 78. First Part. C. M. Providences recorded for the instruction of Children 'LET children hear the mighty deeds, Which God perform'd of old, Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known; His works of pow'r and grace: And we'll convey his wonders down Thro' ev'ry rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs ; That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. Their hope securely stands ; Second Part. C. M. Was Jacob's ancient race ! And to their Maker's grace. And did his laws despise ; pow'r before their eyes. From his avenging hand : a What dreadful tokens of his might Spread o'er the stubborn land! 4. They saw him cleave the mighty sea, And march'd in safety through, With wat'ry walls to guard their way, 'Till they had ’scap'd the foe. Compos'd of shade and light; A leading fire by night. The gushing waters fell; A constant miracle, And dar'd distrust his hand : " Amidst this desert land ?" And caus'd his wrath to flame : Israel punished for intemperance, 1 WHEN Israel sinn d, the Lord reprov’d , their hearts Yet he forgave the tribes he lov’d, And sent them heav'nly bread. 2 He fed them with a lib’ral hand, And made his treasures known; To pour provision down. Lay thick around their feet : The corn of heav'n, so light, so pure, As tho' 'twere angel's meat. 4 But they in murm’ring language said, • Manna is all our feast : “ We loathe this light, this airy bread; “ We must have flesh to taste.” 5 6 Ye shall have flesh to please your lust, The Lord in wrath replied ; And sent them quails, like sand or dust, Heap'd up from side to side. And, greedy as they fed, And smote the rebels dead. 7 When some were slain, the rest return'd, And sought the Lord with tears ; Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd, But soon forgot their fears. Till, by his gracious hand, PSALM 79. L. M. Complaint of the church against enemies. 1 EHOLD! O God, what cruel foes, Thy peaceful heritage invade : In dust thy sacred walls are laid. 2 Wide o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood, Thy people fall’n in death remain : And savage beasts divide the slain. Reproach thy children to their face : “ Where is your God of boasted pow'r, “ And where the promise of his grace ?'* 4, Deep from the prison's horrid gloom, 0! hear the mournful captive sigh; And let thy sov’reign pow'r reprieve The trembling souls condemn'd to die. 5 Let those who dar'd t insult thy reign, Return dismay'd with endless shame; Shall from thy vengeance learn thy name, 6 So shall thy children, freed from death, Eternal songs of honour raise ; PSALM 80. First Part. L. M. The prayer of the church under affliction. 1 GREAT Shepherd of thine Israel , , Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe thro' the desert and the deep. 2 Thy church is in the desert now, Shine from on high, and guide us through: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. How long shall we lament and pray, How long shall thy fierce anger burn? 4. Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed : |