Forgot the works he wrought, to prove,
His power before their eyes.

3 They saw the plagues on Egypt light,
From his revenging hand;

What dreadful tokens of his might
Spread o'er the stubborn land!

4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea,
And march'd with safety through;
With wat❜ry walls to guard their way,
'Till they had 'scaped the foe.

(5 A wond'rous pillar mark'd the road,
Compos'd of shade and light;

By day it prov'd a shelt'ring cloud,
A leading fire by night.

6 He from the rock their thirst supply'd; The gushing waters fell,

And ran in rivers by their side,

A constant miracle.) ́

e7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high, And dar'd distrust his hand:

d "Can he with bread our host supply, "Amidst this desert land?"

g

8 The Lord with indignation heard,
And caus'd his wrath to flame;
His terrours ever stand prepar'd,
To vindicate his name.

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C. M. THIRD PART. Reading. [*b]

Chastisement and Salvation.

And fills their hearts with dread;

Yet he forgives the men he loves,
And sends them heav'nly bread.

2 He fed them with a lib'ral hand,
And made his treasures known;
He gave the midnight clouds command,
To pour provision down.

3 The manna, like a morning show'r,
Lay thick around their feet;

The corn of heav'n, so light, so pure,
As though 'twere angel's meat.

4 But they in murm'ring language said, "Manna is all our feast;

"We loath this light, this airy bread, "We must have flesh to taste."

5 "Ye shall have flesh to please your lust," The Lord in wrath reply'd;

And sent them quails, like sand or dust,
Heap'd up from side to side.

16 He gave them all their own desire;
And greedy as they fed,

His vengeance burnt with secret fire;
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.

8 Oft he chastis'd, and still forgave,
'Till by his gracious hand,
The nation he resolv'd to save,
Possess'd the promis'd land.]

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L. M. Bath. [b]

Ver. 32, &c.-Saints corrected and saved.
REAT God, how oft did Israel prove,

There, in a glass, our hearts may see
How fickle and how false they be.
2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought!
Then they provoke him to his face;
Nor fear his pow'r, nor trust his grace.
3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain,
And made their travels long and vain ;
A tedious march, through unknown ways,
Wore out their strength, and spent their days.
4 Oft, when they saw their brethren slain,
They mourn'd, and sought the Lord again;
Call'd him the Rock of their abode,
Their high Redeemer, and their God.
5 Their pray'rs and vows before him rise,
As flatt'ring words or solemn lies;
While their rebellious tempers prove
False to his cov'nant and his love.

6 Yet did his sov'reign grace forgive The men, who ne'er deserv'd to live: His anger oft away he turn'd

Or else with gentle flame it burn'd.

7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail,
He saw temptation still prevail;
The God of Abraham lov'd them still,
And led them to his holy hill.

PSALM 80. L. M. Dresden. Moreton. [b]
The Church in Affliction.

'G dwell,

REAT Shepherd of thine Israel,

And ledst the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep:-
e 2 Thy Church is in the desert now;
-Shine from on high, and guide it thro';
Turn us to thee, thy love restore;
We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.
3 [Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
How long shall we lament and pray,
And wait in vain thy kind return?
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?

PAUSE I.

4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed;
Turn us to thee; thy love restore :
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.]

e 5 Hast thou not planted, with thy hand,
A lovely vine in this our land?

Did not thy pow'r defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground? --6 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nation with the fruit; e But now, O Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. Why is its beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? -Strangers and foes against her join, And ev'ry beast devours the vine. 8 Return, almighty God, return; p Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn:

-Turn us to thee, thy love restore;
o We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

PAUSE II.

9 [Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew,
Thou wast its strength and glory too!
Attack'd in vain by all its foes,

Till the fair Branch of promise rose.
10 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.

11 'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand,
Girt with thy strength, at thy right hand;
Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest
With pow'r and grace above the rest.
12 O for his sake, attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches, lest they die;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore :
We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.]

PSALM 81. S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*] Ver. 1, 8-16.-Saints warned and exhorted.

1

ING to the Lord, aloud,
And make a joyful noise:

• God is our Strength, our Saviour God;

e

Let Israel hear his voice.

2 "From vile idolatry,

"Preserve my worship clean;

"I am the Lord, who set thee free "From slavery and from sin. 3 "Stretch thy desires abroad, "And I'll supply them well; e "But if ye will refuse your God, "If Israel will rebel ;

d 4"I'll leave them," saith the Lord, "To their own lusts a prey;

"And let them run the dang'rous road-
"Tis their own chosen way.

5 "Yet, O that all my saints
"Would hearken to my voice!

"Soon I would ease their sore complaints,
"And bid their hearts rejoice.

0 6"While I destroy their foes, "I'd richly feed my flock;

"And they should taste the stream, that flows "From their eternal Rock."

PSALM 82. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] God Supreme: or, Magistrates warned. 1 MONG th' assemblies of the great,

AMONG the of

The God of heav'n, as Judge, surveys Those gods on earth, and all their ways. e 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws Or why support th' unrighteous cause? When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more? e 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know; Dark are the ways in which they go; Their name of earthly gods is vain; For they shall fall and die like men. o 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son Possess his universal throne;

o And rule the nations with his rod : He is our Judge, and he our God.

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PSALM 33. S. M. Little Marlboro' [b] A complaint against Persecutors.

1 AND will the fence force

Perpetual silence keep?
The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?
2 Behold, what cursed snares
The men of mischief spread;
The men, who hate thy saints and thee,
Lift up their threat'ning head.

e 3 Against thy hidden ones

Their counsels they employ;

And malice, with her watchful eye,
Pursues them to destroy.

4 [The noble and the base Into thy pastures leap: The lion and the stupid ass

Conspire to vex thy sheep.

d 5 "Come let us join, they cry,
"To root them from the ground;