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Which in our
- PiS A L M LXXVIII.,
ET Children hear the mighty Deeds
our younger Years'we law,
His Works of Pow'r and Grace ;
:! Through ev'ry rising Race.,
And they again to theirs ;
May teach them to their Heirs.
Their Hope securely stands,
Was Jacob's ancient Race!
And to their Maker's Grace.
And did his Laws despise,
His. Pow'r before their Eyes.
From his revenging Hand:
8 They saw Him cleave the mighty Sea,
And march'd with Safety through, With wat'ry Walls to guard their Way,
Till they had 'scap'd their Foe.
Compos’d of Shade and Light;
A leading Fire by Night.
The gushing Waters fell,
A conftant Miracle.
And dar'd distrust his Hand :-
« Amidtt this Desert Land ?
And caus’d his Wrath to flame;
To vindicate his Name.
13 WHEN Israel fins the LORD reproves,
And fills their Hearts with Dread;
And sends them Heay’nly Bread.
And made his Treasures known;
15 The Manna, like a Morning-Show'r,
Lay thick around their Feet;
As though 't were Angel's Meat. 16 But they in murm’ring Language faid,
« Manna is all our Feast :
« We must have Flesh to taste." 17 « Ye shall have Flesh to please your Luft,”
The LORD in Wrath replied ;
Heap'd up from Side to Side.
And fmote the Rebel dead. 19 When some were Nain, the rest
return’d, And sought the LORD with Tears ; Under the Rod they fear'd and mourn’d,
But foon forgot their Fears.
Till, by his gracious Hand,
Poffefs'd the promis'd Land. ;
PSA L M LXXIX.
ISRAEL's Father and his God!
The Heather Pow'rs thy lov'd Abode Rapacious feize ;--see ev'ry Foe
Reproach and fierce Derifion throw.
2 See, LORD, and say how long thine Ire
Shall blaze with unextinguish'd Fire ?
Thy boundless Clemency display.
His Triumphs build on Israel's Woe,
The Souls whom Death has mark'd his own;
Thy long-loft People to relieve !
To Thee in grateful Praises join,
And ledst the Tribes, thy chosen Sheep,
Safe through the Desert and the Deep. 2 Thy Church is in the Desert now :
Shine from on high and guide us through;
3 Great God, whom heav'nly Hosts obey,
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 ;
PART II: !11!' 5 HAST Thou not planted with thy Hands
A lovely Vine in Heathen Lands?
And heav'nly Dews enrich the Ground? 16 How did the spreading Branches shoot,
And bless the Nations with the Fruit !
Thy mourning Vine, that lovely Tree.' 7 Why is its Beauty thus defac'd?!..
Why halt thou laid her Fences waste?
And ev'ry Beast devours thy Vine. 8 Return, Almighty God, return;
Nor let thy bleeding Vineyard mourn :
PART III. 9 LORD, when this Vine-in Canaan grew,
Thou wast its Strength and Glory too!