Over thy gates their ensigns hang, 5 How are the seats of worship broke! 6 With flames they threaten to destroy 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace, 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, And not a friend nor promise, shows PSALM 74. Second Part. C. M. A Prayer of the church for deliverance from great afflictions. 1 HOW OW long, eternal God, how long, 2 Is not the world of nature thine, 3 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast, With summer's heat and winter's frost, 4 And shall the sons of earth and dust Will not thy hand that form'd them first, 5 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, 6 Our foes would triumph in our blood 1 PSALM 75. L. M. Praise for national deliverance. To thee, most high and holy God, To thee our thankful hearts we raise; Thy works declare thy name abroad, Thy wond'rous works demand our praise. 2 To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons Behold their foes triumphant rise; And, sore opprest by earthly thrones, They sought the sov'reign of the skies. 3 "Twas then, great God, with equal pow'r Arose thy vengeance and thy grace, To scourge their legions from the shore, And save the remnant of thy race. 4 Thy hand, that form'd the restless main, And rear'd the mountain's awful head, Bade raging seas their course restrain, And desert wilds receive their dead. 5 Such wonders never come by chance, Nor could the wind such blessings blow: 'Tis God the Judge doth one advance, 'Tis God that lays another low. 6 Let haughty tyrants sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their impious thoughts aside, 'IN PSALM 76. C. M. The Church's security in God. N Judah, God of old was known; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Zion was his seat. 2 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else, 3 'Twas Zion's king, who stopt the breath 4 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, 5 When God in his own sov'reign ways 6 Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring, His terror shakes the proudest king 7 The thunder of his sharp rebuke 1 T PSALM 77. First Part. C. M. Melancholy rebuked. O God I cried with mournful voice, In the sad hour when troubles rose; And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Gloomy my days, and dark my nights; I thought on God, the just and wise, 3 Still I complain'd, and, still opprest, 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 5 I call'd back years and ancient times, My spirit search'd for secret crimes, 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, And will the Lord no more be kind? 7 Will he for ever cast me off? 8 But we forbid this hopeless thought, 9 I'll think again of all thy ways, 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; 1 " PSALM 77. Second Part. C. M. "HOW awful is thy chast'ning rod !" "The great, the wise, the dreadful God, 2 I'll meditate his works of old, 3 Long did the house of Jacob lie cry, 4 Israel, his people and his sheep, 6 Strange was thy journey thro' the sea, |