13 The sea he cut in two;
For his grace lasteth still.
14 And through its midst to go
Made his own Israel:

For certainly his mercies dure
Most firm and sure eternally.

15 But overwhelm'd and lost
Was proud king Pharaoh,
With all his mighty host,
And chariots there also:

For certainly his mercies dure
Most firm and sure eternally.

16 To him who pow'rfully
His chosen people led,
Ev'n through the desert dry,
And in that place them fed:
For certainly his mercies dure
Most firm and sure eternally.

17 To him great kings who smote;
For his grace hath no bound.
18 Who slew, and spared not
Kings famous and renown'd:

For certainly his mercies dure
Most firm and sure eternally.

19 Sihon the Am'rites' king;
For his grace lasteth ever:
20 Og also, who did reign
The land of Bashan over:

For certainly his mercies dure
Most firm and sure eternally.

21 Their land by lot he gave;
For his grace faileth never,
22 That Isr'el might it have
In heritage for ever:

For certainly his mercies dure
Most firm and sure eternally.

23 Who hath remembered
Us in our low estate;

24 And us delivered

From foes which did us hate: For certainly his mercies dure Most firm and sure eternally. 25 Who to all flesh gives food;

For his grace faileth never. 26 Give thanks to God most good, The God of heav'n, for ever:

For certainly his mercies dure
Most firm and sure eternally.

Chant.

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Camidge.

137. 1 BY Babel's streams we sat and wept, when Sion we thought on.

PSALM CXXXVII.

2 In midst thereof we hang'd our harps the willow-trees upon.

3 For there a song required they,

who did us captive bring:

Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and said,
A song of Sion sing.

4 O how the Lord's song shall we sing
within a foreign land?

5 If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget,

skill part from my right hand.

6 My tongue to my mouth's roof let if I do thee forget,

[cleave,

Jerusalem, and thee above my chief joy do not set.

7 Remember Edom's children, Lord,
who in Jerus'lem's day,
Ev'n unto its foundation,

Raze, raze it quite, did say.

8 O daughter thou of Babylon, near to destruction;

Bless'd shall he be that thee rewards, as thou to us hast done.

9 Yea, happy surely shall he be thy tender little ones

Who shall lay hold upon, and them shall dash against the stones.

138

PSALM CXXXVIII.

1 THEE will I praise with all my heart, I will sing praise to thee

2 Before the gods: And worship will

toward thy sanctuary.

I'll praise thy name, ev'n for thy truth, and kindness of thy love; For thou thy word hast magnify' all thy great name above.

3 Thou didst me answer in the day when I to thee did cry;

And thou my fainting soul with strength

didst strengthen inwardly.

4 All kings upon the earth that are shall give thee praise, O Lord;

When as they from thy mouth shall hear

thy true and faithful word.

5 Yea, in the righteous ways of God with gladness they shall sing: For great's the glory of the Lord, who doth for ever reign.

6 Though God be high, yet he respects all those that lowly be; Whereas the proud and lofty ones afar off knoweth he.

2

Thou know'st my sitting down, And rising up; yea, all my thoughts afar to thee are known.

3 My footsteps, and my lying down,
thou compassest always;
Thou also most entirely art
acquaint with all my ways.

4 For in my tongue, before I speak,
not any word can be,
But altogether, lo, O Lord,

it is well known to thee.

5 Behind, before, thou hast beset, and laid on me thine hand.

6 Such knowledge is too strange for me, too high to understand.

7 From thy Sp'rit whither shall I go? or from thy presence fly?

8 Ascend I heav'n, lo, thou art there; there, if in hell I lie.

9 Take I the morning wings, and dwell in utmost parts of sea;

10 Ev'n there, Lord, shall thy hand me thy right hand hold shall me. [lead, 11 If I do say that darkness shall

me cover from thy sight,
Then surely shall the very night
about me be as light.

12 Yea, darkness hideth not from thee,
but night doth shine as day:
To thee the darkness and the light
are both alike alway.

13 For thou possessed hast my reins,
and thou hast cover'd me,
When I within my mother's womb
inclosed was by thee.

14 Thee will I praise; for fearfully
and strangely made I am;
Thy works are marv'llous, and right
my soul doth know the same. [well

15 My substance was not hid from thee, when as in secret I

Was made; and in earth's lowest parts was wrought most curiously.

16 Thine eyes my substance did behold, yet being unperfect;

And in the volume of thy book
my members all were writ;

Which after in continuance
were fashion'd ev'ry one,

When as they yet all shapeless were,
and of them there was none.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts, O gracious God, to me!

And in their sum how passing great and numberless they be!

18 If I should count them, than the sand they more in number be:

19

What time soever I awake,

I ever am with thee.

Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay: hence from me bloody men.

20 Thy foes against thee loudly speak, and take thy name in vain.