Nor let thy Zion be forgot,
Where once thy glory ftood.

3 Lift up thy feet, and march in hafte,
Aloud our ruin calls;

4

See what a wide and fearful wafte
Is made within thy walls.

Where once thy churches pray'd and fang,
Thy foes profanely roar;

Over thy gates their enfigns hang,

Sad tokens of their power.

How are the feats of worship broke!
They tear thy buildings down;
And he that deals the heavieft ftroke,
Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their neft;

Come, let us burn at once," they cry,
"The temple and the priest."
And ftill, to heighten our diftrefs,
Thy prefence is withdrawn ;
Thy wonted figns of power and grace,
Thy power and grace are gone.

8 No prophet fpeaks to calm our woes,
But all the feers mourn;

There's not a foul amongst us knows
The time of thy return.

PAUSE,

9 How long, eternal God! how long
Shall men of pride blafpheme!
Shall faints be made their endless fong,
And bear immortal fhame ?

10 Canft thou forever fit and hear
Thine holy name profan'd?
And ftill thy jealoufy forbear,

And ftill withhold thine hand?

11 What ftrange deliverance 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 refiftless might,

To make thy tribes a wondrous way
And then fecure their flight.

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

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

14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast,
And fet the earth its bounds,

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

15 And fhall the fons of earth and duft
That facred power blafpheme?
Will not thy hand, that form'd them firft,
Avenge thine injur'd name ?

16 Think on the covenant 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:

3

Plead thine own caufe, Almighty God,
And give thy children reft.

PSALM LXXV.

Long Metre. [*]

Power and government from God alone. To thee, moft holy, and moft high, To thee we bring our thankful praife; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace. "To flavery doom'd, thy chofen fons "Beheld their foes triumphant rife; "And, fore opprefs'd by earthly thrones, 'They fought the Sovereign of the fkies. "Twas then, great God, with equal power, "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 fornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts afide, And own the "empire" God hath made. 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 fovereign of the earth,
Will rife, and and make his juftice 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 duft,
Our lips fhall fing his praise aloud.]

PSALM LXXVI.

Common Metre.

[*]

Ifrael faved, and the Affyrians deftroyed; or, God's vengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church.

1

IN Judah God of old was known;

His name in Ifrael great;

In Salem ftood his holy throne,

And Zion was his feat.

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

4

From Zion went his dreadful word,
And broke the threatening fpear,
The bow, the arrows, and the fword,
And crufh'd the Affyrian war.

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 flopp'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 power can ftand before thy fight,
When once thy wrath appears?

When heaven fhines round with dreadful light,

The earth lies ftill and fears.

8 When God, in his own fovereign ways,
Comes down to fave th' opprefs'd,
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. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. [b]
Melancholy affaulting, and hope prevailing.
God I cry'd with mournful voice,

TI fought his gracious ear,

In the fad day when troubles rofe,
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.

Still I complain'd, and still opprefs'd,
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.

I call'd thy mercies to my

yinind,

Which I enjoy'd before:

And will the Lord no more be kind?

His face appear no more?

7 Will he forever caft me off?

His promise ever fail?

Has he forgot his tender love?
Shall anger fill prevail?
8 But I forbid this hopeless thought,
This dark, defpairing frame,

Remembering 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 recovering 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. [b] Comfort derived from ancient providences; or, Ifrael delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan.

1

OW awful is thy chaftening rod ?"

"HOW

(May thine own children fay)

"The great, the wife, the dreadful God!
"How holy is his way!"

2 I'll meditate his works of old;
The King who reigns above,
I'll hear his ancient wonders told,
And learn to trust his love.

3 Long did the house of Jofeph lie
With Egypt's yoke opprefs'd;
Long he delay'd to hear their cry,
Nor gave his people rest.

4 The fons of good old Jacob seem'd
Abandon'd to their foes;

But his almighty arm redeem'd
The nation that he chose.

5 Ifrael, his people and his fheep,
Muft follow where he calls;

He bade them venture through the deep,
And made the waves their walls.
6 The waters faw thee, mighty God,
The waters faw thee come;

Backward they fled, and frighted flood,
To make thine armies room.

7 Strange was thy journey through the sea,
Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown;