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7 He gave them water from the rock ;
And safe by Moses' hand, Thro' a dry desert led his flock Home to the promis'd land. .
PSALM 73. First Part. C. M. Providences recorded for the instruction of Children. ET children hear the mighty deeds,
, Which God perform’d of old, Which in our younger years we saw's
And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known;
His works of pow'r and grace: And we'll convey his wonders down
Thro' ev'ry rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs; That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.
Their hope securely stands;
Isracl's rebellion and punishment. *O
WHAT a stiff, rebellious house
Was Jacob's ancient race!
And to their Maker's grace.
And did his laws despise ;
His pow'r before their eyes.
From his avenging hand :
What dreadful tokens of his might
Spread o'er the stubborn land! 4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea,
And march'd in safety through, With wat'ry walls to guard their way,
'Till they had ’scap'd the foe.
Compos'd of shade and light;
A leading fire by night.
The gushing waters fell;
A constant miracle,
And dar'd distrust his hand :
66 Amidst this desert land ?"
And caus'd his wrath to flame :
Israel punished for intemperance, 1 WHEN Israel sinn’d, the Lord reprov'd, Yet he forgave the tribes he lov'd,
And sent them heav'nly bread. 2 He fed them with a lib'ral hand,
And made his treasures known;
To pour provision down.
Lay thick around their feet :
The corn of heay'n, so light, so pure,
As tho' 'twere angel's meat.
" Manna is all our feast :
“We must have flesh to taste."
The Lord in wrath replied ;
Heap'd up from side to side.
And, greedy as they fed,
And smote the rebels dead.
And sought the Lord with tears;
But soon forgot their fears.
, by his gracious hand,
PSALM 79. L. M.
Thy peaceful heritage invade :
Thy people falln in death remain :
And savage beasts divide the slain. .
Reproach thy children to their face:
66 Where is your God of boasted pow'r;.
And where the promise of his grace ?'"
O! hear the mournful captive sigh;
The trembling souls condemn'd to die. 5 Let those who dar'd t'insult thy reign,
Return dismay'd with endless shame;
Shall from thy vengeance learn thy names 6 So shall thy children, freed from death,
Eternal songs of honour raise ;
PSALM 80. First Part. L. M.
The prayer of the church under affliction.
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
Safe thro' the desert and the deep 2 Thy church is in the desert now,
Shine from on high, and guide us through:
We shall be say'd and sigh no more.
How long shall we lament and pray,
How long shall thy fierce anger burn? 4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed :
PSALM 80. Second Part. L. M.
The vineyard of God wasted.
A lovely vine in heathen lands;
And heav'nly dews enrich'd the ground.
And bless the nations with the fruit !
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.
Why hast thou laid her fences waste?
And ev'ry beast devours thy vine.
Christ, the defender of his church.
grew, Thou wast its strength and glory too ; Attack'd in vain by all its foes,
'Till the fair Branch of promise rose.
From David's stock, from Jacob's root;
The lesser branches of the Tree.
Girt with thy strength, at thy right hand;
To give his suffering people rest.
Shine on thy churches, lest they die: