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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 in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.
His works of pow'r and grace:
Thro’ev'ry rising race.
And they again to theirs;
May teach them to their heirs.
Their hope securely stands;
Second Part. C. M.
WHAT a stiff, rebellious house
Was Jacob's ancient race !
And to their Maker's grace.
And did his laws despise ;
His pow'r before their eyes.
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; And ran in rivers by their side,
A constant miracle, 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high,
And dar'd distrust his hand : “Can he with bread our host supply
6 Amidst this desert land ?”
And caus'd his wrath to flame :
Israel punished for intemperance, 1
WHEN Israel sinn'd, the Lord reprov’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.” 55 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.
foes, Thy peaceful heritage invade : Thy holy temple stands defil'd;
In dust thy sacred walls are laid. 2 Wide o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood,
Thy people falln 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,
O! hear the mournful captive sigh;
The trembling souls condemnd to die. 5 Let those who dar'd t” insult thy reign,
Return dismay'd with endless shame;
Shall from thy vengeance learn thy names 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
, Who didst
between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe thro' the desert and the deep2 Thy church is in the desert now,
Shine from on high, and guide us through:
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 :
PSALM 80. Second Part. L. M.
The vineyard of God wasted. LORD thou hast planted with thy hands
; Thy pow'r defended it around,
And heav'nly dews enrich'd the ground. 2 How did the spreading branches shoot,
And bless the nations with the fruit !
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 3 Why is its beauty thus defac'd ?
Why hast thou laid her fences waste ?
And ev'ry beast devours thy vine. 4 Return, almighty God, return;
Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn :
Christ, the defender of his church.
grew, Thou wast its strength and glory too; Attack'd in vain by all its foes,
'Till the fair Branch of promise rose. 2 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot
From David's stock, from Jacob's root; Himself a noble Vine, and we
The lesser branches of the Tree. 3 'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand
Girt with thy strength, at thy right hand; Th' eternal Son, enthron'd and blest,
To give his suffering people rest. 4 O! for his sake attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches, lest they die :