o God is my soul's eternal Rock, -6 But to draw near to thee, my God, o My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. L. M. Geneva. Babylon. [b] Reading. Ver. 22, 3, 6, 17-20. The Prosperity of Sinners cursed. e 1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked, plac'd on high, On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, d 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, d There they may stand, with haughty eyes, S. M. Aylesbury. [b] The Mystery of Providence unfolded. 1 SURI Though men of vice may boast aloud, 2 And men of grace complain. I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine; While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, In robes of honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Through all their life oppression reigns, 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme Their malice blasts the good man's name, 6 But I, with flowing tears, 7 Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word, with light and power I view'd the sinners' lives before, p 9 The thoughtless wretches go! a And, oh, that dreadful, fiery deep That waits their fall below! e 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine; 1 WILL His little chosen flock? e 2 Think of the tribes, so dearly bought With their Redeemer's blood; Nor let thy Zion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. o 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste; Aloud our ruin calls; e See what a wide, and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 [Where once thy churches pray'd and sang, Thy foes profanely roar : Over thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their power. 5 How are the seats of worship broke! 6 With flames they threaten to destroy 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, There's not a soul amongst us knows PAUSE. p 9 How long, eternal God, how long 10 [Canst thou for ever sit and hear And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thy hand?] e 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown, In ages long before! -And now, no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 [Thou didst divide the raging sea, By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way; 13 Is not the world of nature thine- Didst thou not bid the morning shine, 14 Hath not thy power form'd ev'ry coast, 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust Will not that hand which form'd them first, Avenge thine injur'd name ?] 16 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, Nor let the birds of prey invade, e 17 [Our foes would triumph in our blood, PSALM 75. L. M. Blendon. [*] Power and Government from God alone. 1 To most O thee, most Holy and most High, To thee we bring our thankful praise Thy works declare thy name is nighThy works of wonder and of grace. 2 ['To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons 'Beheld their foes triumphant rise; And, sore oppress'd by earthly thrones, 'They sought the Sovereign of the skies. 3 "Twas then, great God, with equal power, Arose thy vengeance and thy grace, 'To scourge their legions from the shore, 6-No vain pretence to royal birth, 1 PSALM 76. C. M. Bedford. [*] IN God in Zion terrible to her Enemies. N Judah, God of old was known, In Salem stood his holy throne, 2 [Among the praises of his saints, o 3 From Zion went his dreadful word, e 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else, But mighty hills of prey? -The hill on which JEHOVAH dwells, 0 Is glorious more than they. 5 ['Twas Zion's King that stopt the breath, Of captains and their bands: The men of might slept fast in death, d 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, e7 What power can stand before his sight, When once his wrath appears ? |