I call my God my portion now,

And all my pow'rs are thine.

PSALM LXXIV.

The church pleading with God under fore perfecution.

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WILL God for ever caft us off?

His wrath for ever fmoke

Against the people of his love,
His little chofen flock?

2 Think of the tribes fo dearly bought

With their Redeemer's blood;
Nor let thy Sion be forgot,

Where once thy glory stood.

3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste,
Aloud our ruin calls;

See what a wide and fearful wafte
Is made within thy walls.

4 Where once thy churches pray'd and fang,
Thy foes profanely roar:
Over thy gates their enfigns hang,
Sad tokens of their pow'r.

5 How are the feats of worship broke !
They tear thy buildings down,
And he that deals the heaviest stroke,
Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames they threaten to deftroy
Thy children in their neft;

"Come, let us burn at once they cry, "The temple and the priest.”

7 And fill to heighten our diftrefs, Thy prefence is withdrawn;

Thy wonted figns of pow'r and grace,
Thy pow'r and grace are gone.

8 No prophet fpeaks to calm our woes,
But all the feers mourn;

There's not a foul amongst us knows
The time of thy return.

PAUSE.

9 How long, eternal God, how long,
Shall men of pride blafpheme!
Shall faints be made their endless fong,
And bear immortal shame?

10 Canft thou for ever fit and hear
Thine holy name profan'd?

And ftill thy jealousy forbear,

And ftill with-hold thine hand?

11 What strange deliv'rance haft thou shown In ages long before?

And now no other God we own,

No other God adore.

12 Thou didst divide the raging fea
By thy refiftlefs might,

To make thy tribes a wondrous way,
And then fecure their flight.

13 Is not the world of nature thine,
The darkness and the day?

Didft not thou bid the morning fhine,
And mark the fun his way?

14 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast,
And fet the earth its bounds,
With fummer's heat, and winter's froft,
In their perpetual rounds?

15 And fhall the fons of earth and duft

That facred pow'r blafpheme!

Will not thy hand that form'd them first,
Avenge thine injur'd name?

16 Think on the cov'nant thou haft made,
And all thy words of love;
Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove.

17 Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jeft;

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Plead thy own caufe, almighty God,
And give thy children reft.

Power and government from God alone.

Applied to the glorious Revolution by king William, or the happy acceffion of king George to

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the throne.

To thee we
To thee we bring our thankful praise;

O thee, moft holy, and moft High,

Thy works declare thy name is nigh,
Thy works of wonder and of grace.

2 Britain was doom'd to be a flave,
Her frame diffolv'd; her fears were great;
When God a new fupporter gave,
To bear the pillars of the ftate.

3 He from thy hand receiv'd his crown,
And fware to rule by wholesome laws;
His foot fhall tread th' oppreffor down,
His arm defend the righteous caufe.
4 Let haughty finners fink their pride;
Nor lift fo high their fcornful head;

But lay their foolish thoughts afide,
And own the king that God hath made.
Such honours never come by chance,
Nor do the winds promotion blow;
'Tis God the Judge doth one advance,
'Tis God that lays another low.
No vain pretence to royal birth,
Shall fix a tyrant on the throne;
God, the great Sov'reign of the earth,
Will rite, and make his juftice known.
7 His hand holds out the dreadful cup,
Of yengeance mix'd with various plagues,
To make the wicked drink them up,
Wring out, and taste the bitter dregs,
8 Now fhall the Lord exalt the juft,
And while he tramples on the proud,
And lays their glory in the duft,
My lips fhall fing his praise aloud.]

PSALM LXXVI.

Ifrael faved, and the Affyrians destroyed: or, God's vengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church.

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IN Judah God of old was known;

His name in Ifra'l great,

In Salem ftood his holy throne,
- And Sion was his feat.

2 Among the praifes of his faints,

His dwelling there he chofe:

There he receiv'd their jaft complaints,
Against their haughty foes.

3 From Zion went his dreadful word,
And broke the threatning ipear;
The bow, the arrows, and the fword,
And crush'd th' Affyrian war.

4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms elfe,
But mighty hills of prey?

The hill on which Jehovah dwells

Is glorious more than they.

5 'Twas Zion's King that ftopp'd the breath
Of captains and their bands:

The men of might flept faft in death,
And never found their hands,

6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horfe and chariot fell:
Who knows the terrors of thy rod!
Thy veng'ance who can tell?

7 What pow'r can ftand before thy fight
When once thy wrath appears?
When heav'n fhines round with dreadful light
The earth lyes ftill and fears.

8 When God in his own fov'reign ways
Comes down to fave th' oppreft,

The wrath of man fhall work his praife,

And he'll reftrain the rest.

9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring,
Ye princes fear his frown:

His terrors fhake the proudest king,
And cuts an army down.

10 The thunder of his fharp rebuke
Our haughty foes fhall feel;
For Jacob's God hath not forfook,
But dwells in Zion still.]