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10. I look'd who to affift stood by: Trembled Heaven's Hoft, nor ventur'd nigh: Ev'n to my Father did I look

In Pain: my Father me forfook.

11. Awhile amaz'd I was to fee None to uphold, or comfort me: Then I arofe in Might array'd,

And call'd my Fury to my Aid;

12. My Single Arm the Battle won,
And ftrait th' acclaiming Hofts above,
Hymn'd in new Songs of Joy and Love,
JEHOVAH, and His Conquering Son.

PART II.

1. I too will magnify the LORD, And emulate the Angels Lays, His Loving-kindnesses record

In Sounds of Everlasting Praise.

2. For All He hath on Us bestow'd..
This only Tribute can I bring,
Extol the Mercies of my GoD,
His Multitude of Mercies fing.

3. How Good to Ifrael's Chofen Race
Who, who can All His Goodness tell!
So rich in unexhausted Grace,

His Riches are Unfearchable.

4. Surely, He said, mine own they are,
My People will not faithlefs prove,
My Children will not flight my Care,
Or disappoint a Father's Love.

5. Sweetly He ftrove their Hearts to gain,
He woo'd them to embrace His Will.

They

They never ask'd His Help in vain,
But found a Prefent Saviour ftill.

6. Dear as the Apple of His Eye
In all their Griefs He kindly griev'd;
The Angel of His Prefence nigh

From all the fav'rite Nation faved.

7. He rescued when to Evil fold,

He fnatch'd them from impending Harms, Carried them all the Days of old,

Safe in His Everlasting Arms.

8. He magnified His Saving Power,

Call'd them His utmost Grace to prove,

With infinite Compaffion bore

The Objects of His tend'reft Love,

9. But Oh! they foon forfook their Go», The faithlefs and rebellious Race

In devious Paths of Evil trod,

And griev'd the Spirit of His Grace.

10. They vex'd; and forc'd His Wrath to rife, His Vengeance fell to long delay'd: Conftrain'd the Rebels to chattife,

He pour'd His Judgments on their Head.

11. His Mercy then He call'd to mind,

He call'd to mind the antient Days

When Only Merciful, and kind

He fmiled on the Peculiar Race.

12. Where is He Now-their God, their Guide! (He taught their Hearts the Powerful Plea) Where is Le Now, their Hearts replied, Who brought His People from the Sea?

13. Who

13. Who plac'd a Shepherd o'er the reft,
And gave him Wisdom from above,
And breath'd into his peaceful Breast
The meek, mild Spirit of His Love.

14. Them by the Hand of Mofes led,
His Power, and Goodness to proclaim,
Beyond the Bounds of Time to spread
JEHOVAH's Everlasting Name.

15. The LORD of Hofts in All appear'd,
He fmote the Sea with Mofes' Rod,
His Glorious Arm aloft He rear'd.
The parting Sea confefs'd its God.

16. He brought them thro' the wondrous Way, The Deep was dry at His Command,

Secure they march'd in firm Array,

Nor ftumbled, till they reach'd the Land.

17. Smooth as the gen'rous nurtur'd Beast,
Into the verdant Vale goes down,
To bring them to That Promis'd Reft,
His Spirit gently led them on.

18. Thus didft Thou guide Thy Chofen Race,
That every Tongue might speak Thy Fame,
And Earth, and Heaven confpire to praise
The GoD of Ifrael's Glorious Name.

PART III.

1. GOD of Eternal Majefty,

High as Thou art, from Heaven look down, Holy, and Juft, we cry to Thee,

Behold us from Thy Glorious Throne!

2. Where is Thy Strength to conquer Sin? Thy Zeal to fave a fallen Race?

Thy

Thy Bowels founding from within?
Thy Mercies, and Thy Pard'ning Grace?

3. Thy Pity, and Paternal Care,

The tender Yearnings of Thy Heart, Are they reftrain'd? Is Fury there? Ah no! Thou ftill our Father art.

4. Doubtlefs Thou art our Father still,
Though Abraham His Seed difowns
Debas'd by Sin, though Ifrael
Renounces his Degenerate Sons.

5. Our LORD, and our Redeemer now Thou art, and will be ftill the fame, Our Everlasting Father Thou;

JEHOVAH is Thy Glorious Name.

6. Why then, O LORD, if Ours Thou art,
Why haft Thou fuffer'd us to rove?
Withdrawn Thy Spirit from our Heart,
And left us to our Want of Love?

7. Why haft Thou hid Thy lovely Face, And caus'd us from Thy Paths to err? Abandon'd by Reftraining Grace

Our Hearts were harden'd from Thy Fear.

8. Yet, LORD, for Thee again we mourn, Now let our Prayers Thine Aid engage, Now for Thy Servant's fake return,

And chear Thy drooping Heritage.

9. The Land we fondly deem'd our own (Alas, how fhort a Time enjoy'd!)

Our Adversaries have or'ethrown,

And trampled on the Houfe of God.

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10. Yet we Are Thine, though difpoffeft,
And Outcasts from the Promis'd Land,
They never have Thy Sway confefs'd,
Or yielded to Thy Juft Command.

11. We, We are call'd by Thy Great Name,
Accept our Plea, Thine Ear incline,
Thine, LORD, we are, renew Thy Claim,
Receive, and feal us ever Thine.

GOD's Husbandry.

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From the German.

IGH on His Everlasting Throne,

The King of Saints His Works furveys, Marks the dear Souls He calls His own, And fmiles on the Peculiar Race. He refts well-pleas'd their Toil to fee, Beneath his eafy Yoke they move, With all their Hert and Strength agree In the fweet Labour of His Love.

2. His Eye the World at once looks thro',
A vaft uncultivated Field!

Mountains and Vales, in ghaftly fhew,
A barren uncouth Profpect yield.
Clear'd of the Thorns by Human Care,
A few lefs hideous Waites are seen,
Yet ftill they all continue bare,

And not one Spot of Earth is Green.

3. See where the Servants of their GoD,
A bufy Multitude, appear,

For JESUS Day and Night employ'd,
His Heritage they toil to clear.

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