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2 Old Ocean saw them, as they came ;
He faw, and backward fled: Recoiling Jordan turn'd his Stream,
And-fought his Fountain-Head. 3 The Mountains feel the sudden Shock;
As Rams, from off the Ground They spring:-As Younglings of the Flock,
The Hills affrighted bound.
-Thy Billows backward Aed?
To seek its Fountain-Head ? 5 Ye Mountains, whence the sudden Shock!
Why leap ye from the Ground As Rams ? As Younglings of the Flock,
Say why, O Hills, ye bound? 6 Earth tremble on ! well may'st Thou fear
Thy Maker's Face to fee;
'Tis Time for Earth to flee. 7 That God, beneath whose potent Stroke
The Flint a Torrent gave ;
Guth'd forth the bidden Wave.
PSA L M CXIV. Metre ii.
[Hand, I TNHEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's
Left the proud Tyrant and his Land, The Tribes with cheerful Homage own Their KING, and Judah was his Throne.
2 Across the Deep their Joučney lay ;
The Deep divides to make them Way:
Yordan beheld their March, and fled, de With backward Current, to:his Head. į
3 The Mountains fhook like frighted Sheep,
Like Lambs the little Hillock's leap;
Conscious of fou'reign Pow'r at hand.
Make Jordan backward roll his Tide?
And whence the Fright that Sinai feels ? in San 5 Let ev'ry Mountain, ev'ry Flood,
Retire, and know th' approaghing God,
Tremble, thou Earth, adore and fear.
The Rock to standing Pools He turns :
OT to ourselves, who are bút Duft,
* Not to ourselves is ' Eternal God, Thou only Just,
Thou only Gracious, Wife, and True.
Why should a Heathen's haughty Tongue
3 The God we serve maintains his Throne
Above the Clouds, beyond the Skies;
He knows our Groans, He hears our Cries. 4 But the vain Idols they adore
Are fenseless Shapes of Stone and Wood;
A silver Saint, or golden God. 5 With Eyes and Ears, they carve their Head;
Deaf are their Ears, their Eyes are blind;
And Vows are scatter'd in the Wind. 6 Their Feet were never made to inove,
Nor Hands to save when Mortals pray ;
Seem to be blind and deaf as they. 7 O Ifraël
, make the Lord thy Hope, Thy Help, thy Refuge, and thy Rest; The LORD shall build thy Ruins up,
And bless the People and the Priest. 8 The Dead no more can speak thy Praise,
They dwell in Silence and the Grave;
LOVE the LORD: He heard my Cries,
And pity'd ev'ry Groan;
I'll hasten to his Throne.
2 I love the LORD: He bow'd his Ear,
And chas'd my Griefs away: O let my Heart no more despair,
While I have Breath to pray!
And I drew near the Dead :
Perplex'd my wakeful Head.
« Thou ever Good and Just ; “ Thy Pow'r can rescue from the Grave;
“Thy Pow'r is all my Trust.” 5 The LORD beheld me fore distrest; He bids
Pains remove : Return, my Soul, to GoD thy Rest,
For thou hast known his Love. 6 My God hath fav'd my Soul from Death,
And dryd my falling Tears : Now to his Praise I'll spend my Breath,
And my remaining Years.
7 WHAT fhall I render, O my God,
For all thy Kindness shown? My Feet shall visit thine Abode,
My Songs address thy Throne. 8 Among the Saints that fill thine House,
My Offrings shall be paid; There shall my Zeal perform the Vows
My Soul in Anguilh made.
9 How-much is'Merey thy: Delight,
'Thou ever-blefled God!
How precious is their Blood ! 10 How happy all thy Servants are !
How great thy Grace to me!
LORD, I devote to Thee.
11 Now I am Thine, for ever Thinę,
Northall my Purpose,inove;
And bound me with thy Love.
12 Here in thy Courts I leave my Vow,
And thy rich Grace record;
If I forsake the LORD.
O-W glows with grateful Love my
For Ğop the Voice of my Request
My Lips to Him their Praise Thall pour. 2 His Mercies, 'midst thy deepest Woe,
By bleft-Experience taught to know,