In midft of the Red-fearof Who faved thee, And through the fea,dot A 16 He Jacob led along רי And fav'd his chofen throng From ev'ry dire diftrefs: Let Jacob praife, Eternally The Lord on high, Who led his ways. He fmote and flew great kings, Who vow'd to do great things,' Ye people all, Both great and small,, Who know his ways.. 18 Kings great and mighty hea That they no more fhould be s Let his redeemid, 1 19 Sihon, the Amorite, That proud and haughty king! Let thofe rejoice, un'anteli 20 He Og, the Bafhanite, And ftrengthen❜d Jacob's might, Let Jacob, now, i With loftiest lays, And pay his vowih vila) 21 The heathens land he gave, 179, 22 He For ever fing To God their King, 6.5 gave the lot to us, The children of his houfe, Who ferve him without fear With hand and heart, And all our art, 4.. In's praife divine. 23 He, in our low estate, Remember'd us forlord; 2 And all his ways, bhow sốt h 24 He from our foes redeem'd, L Redeem'd, we reft, is. A ... And ask no more, For evermore In Jefus bleft. 25 He giveth food to all, That all may blefs his name He bears us ere we call; O found aloud his fame: For ever fing To Chrift our King, 26 Give thanks to God alone, The Three Eternal One, And earth below, Hath made to know That HE IS LOVE. I PSALM i t ALL these things happened unto them for 'enfamples (or types) to us and they are written for our admonition, upon whom the ends of the world are come.' f Cor. x. 1. See Pfal. xliv. &c. I • By Babel's ftreams they fat, and wept ;' BY Y Babel-ftreams we fat, we mourn'd, While all our thoughts on Zion turn'd 2 Our harps befide us, allunftrung, Upon the drooping willows hung. 3 Ev'n there, our fpiteful jeering foe,. Infulting o'er our grief and WO, Said tauntingly, Cheer up, and fing Some fong of yours to Zion's King;' Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and they Who led us captive, bade us play!In this ftrange land how shall we fing The fongs of Chrift, our Lord and King, To give those strangers joy and mirth, Who give to all our forrows birth, And grievously augment our thrall By cruel mock'ries at our fall? 4 5 But if, Jerus'lem, I forget, If I prefer not far above My chiefeft joy, my life, my love Where still my heart doth God adore! ་་་ Shall, name and place, no more be known!' 8 O daughter, thou, of Babylon, Devoted to thy doom anon! How happy, happy thall he be, Thy deeds to us who turns on thee! 9 He shall receive a noble prize,at Thou, Zion, by thy Lord redeem'd, |