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8 He from his store-house brings the winds;

And he, with vengeful hand,
Tae first-gora slew of man and beast,

Tarouge Egypt's mourning land.
9 He dreadiul signs and wonders show'd,

Torough stubborn Egypt's coasts ;
Nor Pharaoh could his plagues escape,

Nor all his num'rous hosts.
10, 11 Twas he that various nations smote,

And mighty kings suppress'd;
Sihon and Og, and all besides,

Who Canaan's land possess d.
12, 13. Their land upon his chosen race

He firmly did entail ;
For which his fame shall always lasta

His praise shall never fail.
For God shall soon his people's cause

With pitying eyes survey:
Repent him of his wrath, and turn

His kindled rage away.-
15 Those idols whose false worship spreads

O'er all the heathen lands,
Are made of silver and of gold,

The work of human hands. 16, 17 They move not their fictitious tongues

Nor see with polish'd eyes ;
Their counterfeited ears are deaf,

No breath their mouth supplies. 88 As senseless as themselves are they

That all their skill apply
To make them, or in dangerous times

On them for aid' rely:
19 Their just returns of thanks to God

Let grateful Israel pay ;
Nor let the priests of Aaron's race

To bless the Lord delay.
20 Their sense of his unbounded love

Let Levi's house express ;
And let all those who fear the Lord,

His Name for ever bless.
21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works

In Sion's courts proclaim
Let them in Salem, u

Exalt his holy


O God the

Your joyful thanks repeat ;
To him due praise afford,
As good as he is great :

For God does prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love

Shall never end.
2, 3 To him whose wondrous power

All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay :

For God, &c.
4, 5 By bis Almighty hand

Amazing works are wrought;
The heav'ns by his command
Were to perfection brought :

For God, yc.
6 He spread the ocean round

About the spacious land ;
And made the rising ground
Above the waters stand :

For God, c. 7, 8, 9 Through heav'n he did display

His num'rous hosts of light ;
The sun to rule by day,
The moon and stars by night :

For God, &c.
LO, 11, 12 He struck the first-born dead

Of Egypt's stubborn land;
And thence his people led
With his resistless hand :

For God, &c.
13, 14. By him the raging seag

As if in pieces rent,
Disclosd a middle way,
Through which his people went :

For God, &c.
15 Where soon he overthrew

Proud Pharaoh and his host,
Who, daring to pursue,
Were in the billows lost :

For G., &c.

16, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild

He led the chosen seed;
And famous princes foild,
And made great monarchs bleed :

For God, c.
19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand

Great Ammon's sceptre sway'd ;
And Og, whose stern command
Rich Bashan's land obey'd :

For God, &c.
31, 22 And, of his wondrous grace,

Their lands whom he destroy'd,
He gave to Israel's race,
To be by them enjoy'd :

For God, we
23, 24 He in our depth of woes,

On us with favour thought,
And from our cruel foes,
In peace and safety brought ;

For God, c.
25, 26 He does the food supply,

On which all creatures live,
To God who reigns on high,
Eternal praises give :

For God will prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.


Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream; We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest,

And Sion was our mournful theme.
2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung,

Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung

On willow trees, that wither'd there. 3 Mean while our foes, who all conspir'd

To triumph in our slavish wrongs,
Music and mirth of us requir'd,

“ Come, sing us one of Sion's songs.” 4 How shall we tune our voice to sing,

Or touch our harps with skilful hands

Shall hymns of joy to God, our King,

Be sung by slaves in foreign lands? Ś O Salem, our once happy seat!

When I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling hand forget

The speaking strings with art to move! 6 If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal silence seize my tongue ;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,

Till thy deliv'ranice is my song.
7 Remember, Lord, how Edon's race,

In thy own city's fatal day,
Cry'd out,“ Hér stately walls deface,

« And with the ground quite level lay." 8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be

Of grief and woe the wretched prey;
Bless'd is the man who shall to thee

The wrongs thou laid'st on us repay:
9 Thrice bless'd, who, with just rage possest,

And deaf to all the parents' moans,
Shall snatch thy infants from the breast,
And dash their heads against the stones.

PSALM CXXXVIII. 1 TITH my whole heart, my God and King,

Thy praise I will proclaim;
Before the gods with joy I'll sing,

And bless thy holy Name.
2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat,

And, with thy love inspir'd,
The praises of thy truth repeat,

O'er all thy works admir'd.
3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear,

When I to thee did cry;
And when my soul was press'd with fear,

Didst inward strength supply.
4 Therefore shall ev'ry earthly prince

Thy Name with praise pursue,
Whom these admir'd events convince

That all thy works are true.
5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,

With cheerful songs shall bless;
And all thy glorious acts record,

Thy awful power confess.


6 For God, although enthron'd on high,

Does thence the poor respect;
The proud far off his scornful eye

Beholds with just neglect.
7 Though I with troubles am oppress'd,

He shall my foes disarm,
Relieve my soul when most distressid,

And keep me safe from harm.
8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,

Shall fix my happy state i
And, mindful of his favours past,
Shall his own work complete.

PSALM CXXXIX. 1,2 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast knom

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

Known long before conceiv'd by me. 3 Thine eye my bed and paths surveys,

My public haunts and private ways; 4 Thou know'st what tis my lips would vent,

My yet unutter'd words' intent. 5 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand ;

On every side I find thy hand : 6 O skill for human reach too high!

Too dazzling bright for mortal eye! 7 O could I so perfidious be,

To think of once deserting thee,
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?

Or whither from thy presence run? 8 If up to heav'n I take my flight,

Tis there thou dwell'st, enthron'd in light;
If down to hell's infernal plains,

Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns. 9 If I the morning's wings could gain,

And fly beyond the western main, 10 Thy swifter wings would first arrive,

And there arrest thy fugitire,
11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight,

Beneath the sable wings of night;
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,

Would kindle darkness into day, 12 The veil of pight is no disguise,

No screen from thy ali-searching eyes ;

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