Thro' all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme Their malice blasts the good man's name, Till to thy house my feet were brought, 8 Thy word with light and pow'r I view'd the sinners' life before, My thoughts no more repine; 1 And all my pow'rs are thine. PSALM 73. Second Part. C. M. God our portion here and hereafter. GOD, my supporter, and my hope, Thine arm of mercy held me up, 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, Thro' this dark wilderness; Thy hand conduct me near thy seat, 3 Were I in heav'n without my God, And while this earth is my abode, 4 What if the springs of life were broke, 5 Behold! the sinners, that remove 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, 1 PSALM 74. First Part. C. M. The church pleading under sore persecution. WIL His wrath for ever smoke 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste; See what a wide and fearful waste 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang, Thy foes profanely roar; Over thy gates their ensigns hang, 5 How are the seats of worship broke! 6 With flames they threaten to destroy 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace, 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, And not a friend nor promise, shows PSALM 74. Second Part. C. M. A Prayer of the church for deliverance from great afflictions. 1 HOW long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme! Shall saints be made their endless And bear immortal shame ? song, 2 Is not the world of nature thine, 3 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast, With summer's heat and winter's frost, 4 And shall the sons of earth and dust Will not thy hand that form'd them first, 5 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, 6 Our foes would triumph in our blood PSALM 75. L. M. Praise for national deliverance. 1 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 Behold 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 could 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; 1 But lay their impious thoughts aside, PSALM 76. C. M. The Church's security in God. IN Judah, God of old was known; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Zion was his seat. 2 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else, 3 'Twas Zion's king, who stopt the breath 4 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, 5 When God in his own sov'reign ways 6 Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring, His terror shakes the proudest king 7 The thunder of his sharp rebuke |