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PSALM. 136. Second Part. L. M.
Praise ye the Lord,
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
And felt his pity work within.
, and darkness, and the grave :
The sorrows of Israel in captivity.
And wept for Zion's hapless fate :
While foes requir'd a sacred song.
Sing us a song of heav'n,” they cry:
"Or cease to mourn for Israel's fate,
· 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,
“ Rase them : her deep foundations rase." 6 While thus they sung, the mourners view'd like
Their foes by Cyrus' arm subdu’d,
Their streets, and fields, with hosts of dead. 7 Pleas'd, they foresaw, the blest decree,
That set their tribes from bondage free;
The church's complaint.
We mourn the hidings of thy face;
To level Zion with the ground.
And hiss thy word with tongues of pride;
“Where is your God, ye Christians, where ?" 3 Errors, and sins, and follies grow;
Thy saints bow down in deepest woe :
And thousands walk with Christ no more. 4 To happier days our bosoms turn;
Those days but teach us how to mourn:
The God, who bade his mercy flow,
In wrath withdraws his blessing now.
Its quick’ning, såving influ'nce gone :
Nor see their awful danger near.
Thy Spirit sheds his healing pow'rs:
And all is barrenness, and death.
On thee our hope shall safely rest :
Array’d to set his Israel free.
To crush his foes, and seal their doom ;
Her pomp, her idols, pow'r and trust. 1 9 Then shall thy saints exult, and sing
The matchless glories of their King ;
peace from realm to realm extend. PSALM 137.
Third Part. s. M.
Love to the church.
The house of thine abode ;
With his own precious blood.
Her walls before thee stand,
And graven on thy hand.
My voice, or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die. 4. If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her woe,
And ev'ry grief o'erflow.
For her my prayers ascend;
Till toils and cares shall end.
I prize her heav'nly ways;
Her hymns of love and praise.
Our Saviour, and our King, Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe
Shall great deliv’rance bring.
To Zion shall be giv'n
PSALM 138. L. M.
Restoring and preserving grace.
ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song:
Approve the song, and join the praise.
Shall witness my devotion there;
To thy fair temple in the skies.
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 ;
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;
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 ;
To save from sorrows and from sins:
First Part. L. M.
My rising up and lying down: [known My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv’d by me.
My public haunts and private ways;
I am surrounded still with God.