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PSALM. 136. Second Part. L. M.

Praise ye the Lord,
IVE to our God immortal praise ;

Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown.
2 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high :
He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night.
3. The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promis'd land:
He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,

And felt his pity work within.
4 He sent his Son with pow'r to save
From guilt

, and darkness, and the grave :
“Wonders of grace to God belong,
“Repeat, his mercies in your song.”
5 Thro’ this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly seat :
“ His mercies ever shall endure,
" When this vain world shall be no more."
PSALM 137. First Part. L, M.

The sorrows of Israel in captivity.
1 Y Babel's stream the captives sate,

And wept for Zion's hapless fate :
Useless, their harps on willows hung,

While foes requir'd a sacred song.
2 With taunting voice, and scornful eye,

Sing us a song of heav'n,” they cry:
“ While foes deride our God, and King,
“How can we tune our harps or sing ?”
3 “ If Zion's woes our hearts forget,

"Or cease to mourn for Israel's fate,

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· Let useful skill our hands forsake; The GC

“Our hearts with hopeless sorrow break.” As vreau 4 “ Thou, ruin'd Salem, to our eyes De ble “ Each day, in sad remembrance rise !

squire “ Should we e'er cease to feel thy wrongs,

“ Lost be our joys, and mute our tongues." 5 “ Remember, Lord, proud Edom's sons,

“ Who cried, exulting at our groans,
" While Salem trembled at her base,

“ Rase them : her deep foundations rase." 6 While thus they sung, the mourners view'd like

Their foes by Cyrus' arm subdu’d,
And saw his glory rise, who spread

Their streets, and fields, with hosts of dead. 7 Pleas'd, they foresaw, the blest decree,

That set their tribes from bondage free;
Renew'd the temple, and restor'd
The sacred worship of the Lord.
PSALM 137. Second Part. L. M.

The church's complaint.
LORD in those dark and dismal days,

We mourn the hidings of thy face;
Proud enemies our path surround,

To level Zion with the ground.
2 Her sons, her worship, they deride,

And hiss thy word with tongues of pride;
And cry, t' insult our humble prayer,

“Where is your God, ye Christians, where ?" 3 Errors, and sins, and follies grow;

Thy saints bow down in deepest woe :
Their love decays, their zeal is o’er ;

And thousands walk with Christ no more. 4 To happier days our bosoms turn;

Those days but teach us how to mourn:

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The God, who bade his mercy flow,

In wrath withdraws his blessing now.
5 The blessing from thy truth's withdrawn;

Its quick’ning, såving influ'nce gone :
Unwarn’d, unwaken'd, sinners hear,

Nor see their awful danger near.
ste o In dews unseen, in scanty show'rs,

Thy Spirit sheds his healing pow'rs:
Thy thirsty ground is parch'd beneath,

And all is barrenness, and death.
7 Yet still, thy name be ever blest,

On thee our hope shall safely rest :
Zion her Saviour soon shall see

Array’d to set his Israel free.
8 Jesus, with vengeance arm’d, shall come

To crush his foes, and seal their doom ;
The mystic Bable wheim in dust,

Her pomp, her idols, pow'r and trust. 1 9 Then shall thy saints exult, and sing

The matchless glories of their King ;
Nations before his altar bend,

peace from realm to realm extend. PSALM 137.

Third Part. s. M.

Love to the church.
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The house of thine abode ;
The church our blest Redeemer sav'd

With his own precious blood.
2 I love thy Church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,

And graven on thy hand.
3 If e'er to bless thy sons

My voice, or hands deny,

And

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These hands let useful skill forsake,

This voice in silence die. 4. If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare, or her woe,
Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,

And ev'ry grief o'erflow.
5 For her my tears shall fall ;

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be giv'n,

Till toils and cares shall end.
6 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heav'nly ways;
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.
7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour, and our King, Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe

Shall great deliv’rance bring.
8 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be giv'n
The brightest glories, earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heav'n.

PSALM 138. L. M.

Restoring and preserving grace.
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ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,

I'll praise my Maker in my song:
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,

Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 Angels that make thy church their care,

Shall witness my devotion there;
While holy zeal directs mine eyes

To thy fair temple in the skies.
3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,

I'll sing the wonders of thy word;

ang Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent;

3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand ;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand :
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

Not all thy works and names below

So much thy. pow'r and glory show. 4 To God I cried when troubles rose;

He heard me, and subdu'd my foes;
He did my rising fears control,

And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul. 5 The God of heav'n maintains his state,

Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great ;
But from his throne descends, to see
The sons of humble poverty.
6 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand:
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
7 Grace will complete what grace begins,

To save from sorrows and from sins:
The work, that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.
PSALM 139.

First Part. L. M.
The onniscience and omnipresence of God.
"THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast

My rising up and lying down: [known My secret thoughts are known to thee,

Known long before conceiv’d by me.
2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,

My public haunts and private ways;
My yet unutter'd words’ intent.

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I am surrounded still with God.
4 O! could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee!

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