io Canft thou for ever fit and hear
Thy holy name profan'd?
And ftill thy jealoufy forbear,
And ftill withhold thy hand?

What strange deliv'rance haft thou shown
In ages long before!

And now no other God we own,

No other God adore.

12 Thou didst divide the raging fea,
By thy refiftlefs might,

To make thy tribes a wond'rous way,
And then fecure their flight.

13 Is not the world of nature thine,
The darkness and the day?

Didit thou not bid the morning fhine,
And mark the fun his way?

14 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coaft,
And fet the earth its bounds,

With fummer's heat, and winter's frost,
In their perpetual rounds?

15 And shall the fons of earth and duft
That facred pow'r blafpheme?

Will not thy hand, that form'd them first,
Avenge thine injur'd name?

16 Think on the cov'nant thou haft made,
And all thy words of love:
Nor let the birds of prey invade
And vex thy mourning dove.

17 Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jeft:
Plead thine own caufe, Almighty God!
And give thy children reft.

PSALM LXXV.

Long Metre.

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Power and government from God alone. I O thee, moft holy, and most high, To thee we bring our thankful praise Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace. 2 "To flav'ry doom'd, thy chofen fans "Beheld their foes triumphant rise; "And fore oppreft by earthly thrones, "They fought the fovereign of the skies. " 'Twas then, great God, with equal pow'r "Arofe thy vengeance and thy grace, "To fcourge their legions from the fhore, "And fave the remnant of thy race." 4 Let haughty finners fink their pride, Nor lift fo high their fcornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts afide, And own the "empire" God hath made, 5 Such honours never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; 'Tis God the Judge doth one advance, 'Tis God that lays another low.

6 No vain pretence to royal birth
Shall fix a tyrant on the throne;
God, the great fov'reign of the earth,
Will rife, and make his justice known.

7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup
Of vengeance, mix'd with various plagues,
To make the wicked drink them up,
Wring out, and taste the bitter dregs.

8 Now fhall the Lord exalt the just :
And while he tramples on the proud,
And lays their glory in the dust,
Our lips fhall fing his praise aloud.]

PSALM LXXVI. Common Metre. Ifrael faved, and the Affyrians defroyed; or, God's ance againft bis enemies proceeds from his church.

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N Judah God of old was known ;
His name in Ifr'el great;

In Salem ftood his holy throne,
And Zion was his feat.

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2 Among the praises of his faints,
His dwelling there he chofe ;
There he receiv'd their juft complaints
Against their haughty foes.

3 From Zion went his dreadful word,
And broke the threat'ning fpeat,
The bow, the arrows, and the fword,
And crush'd th' Affyrian war.

4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms elfe But mighty hills of prey?

The hill on which Jehovah dwells
Is glorious more than they.

5 'Twas Zion's King that stopp'd the breath Of captains and their bands:

The men of might flept faft in death,
And never found their hands.

6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horfe and chariot fell!
Who knows the terrors of thy rod!
Thy vengeance, who can tell!

7 What pow'r can stand before thy fight, When once thy wrath appears ?

When heav'n fhines round with dreadful light
The earth lies ftill and fears.

When God, in his own fov'reign ways,
Comes down to fave th' opprest,
The wrath of man fhall work his praise,
And he'll restrain the reft.

9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring; Ye princes, fear his frown:

His terrors fhake the proudest king,
And cut an army down.

10 The thunder of his fharp rebuke
Our haughty foes fhall feel:
For Jacob's God hath not forfook,
But dwells in Zion ftill.]

PSALM LXXVII. ift Part. Com.Metre.
Melancholy affaulting, and Hope prevailing.

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O God I cry'd with mournful voice,
I fought his gracious ear,

In the fad day when troubles rose,

And fill'd my heart with fear.

2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My foul refus'd relief;

I thought on God, the juft and wife,
But thoughts increas'd my grief.

3 Still I complain'd, and still oppreft,
My heart began to break :

My God, thy wrath forbad my rest,
And kept my eyes awake.

4 My overwhelming forrows grew
Till I could fpeak no more;

Then I within myself withdrew,
And call'd thy judgments o'er.

5 I call'd back years and ancient times,
When I beheld thy face;

My fpirit fearch'd for fecret crimes,
That might withhold thy grace.

6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind,
Which I enjoy'd before;

And will the Lord no more be kind?
His face appear no more?

7 Will he for ever caft me off?
His promise ever fail?

Has he forgot his tender love ?
Shall anger ftill prevail?

But I forbid this hopeless thought,
This dark, defpairing frame,
Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought;
Thy hand is ftill the fame.

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 juftice on the throne;
And men, that love thy word,
Have in thy fanctuary known

The counfels of the Lord.

PSALM LXXVII. 2d Part. Com.Metre. Comfort derived from ancient providences; or, Ifrael delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan.

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TOW awful is thy chaft'ning rod ?" (May thine own children fay)