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"We loath this light, this airy bread;
"We must have flesh to taste.

"Ye fhall have flesh to please your luft,"
The Lord in wrath reply'd;

And fent them quails like fand or duft,
Heap'd up from fide to fide.

6 He gave them all their own defire;
And greedy as they fed,

His veng'ance burnt with fecret fire,
And fmote the rebels dead.

7 When fome were flain, the reft return'd,
And fought the Lord with tears;

Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd
But foon forgot their fears.

8 Oft he chaftis'd and still forgave,
Till by his gracious hand
The nation he refolv'd to fave,
Poffefs'd the promis'd land.

PSALM LXXVIII. 32, &c. Fourth Part.

Backfliding and forgiveness; or, Sin punished and

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faints faved.

REAT God, how oft did Ifra'l prove
I By turns thine anger and thy love?
There in a glafs our hearts may fee
How fickle and how false they be.

2 How foon the faithlefs Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought!
Then they provoke him to his face,
Nor fear his pow'r, nor truft his grace.
3 The Lord confum'd their years in pain,
And made their travels long and vain ;

A tedious march thro' unknown ways Wore out their strength and spent their days. 4 Oft when they faw their brethren slain, They mourn'd and fought the Lord again: Call'd him the Rock of their abode, Their high Redeemer and their God, 5 Their pray'rs and vows before him rife As flatt'ring words or folemn lies, While their rebellious tempers prove Falfe to his cov'nant and his love. 6 Yet did his fov'reign grace forgive The men who not deferv'd to live; His anger oft away he turn'd, Or elfe with gentle flame it burn'd. 7 He faw their flesh was weak and frail, He faw temptations still prevail; The God of Abraham lov'd them still, And led them to his holy hill."

PSALM LXXX.

The church's prayer under afflictions or, The Vineyard of God wafted.

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REAT Shepherd of thine Ifrael,

Who didst between the cherubs dwell And lead the tribes, thy chofen fheep, Safe through the defart and the deep. 2 Thy church is in the defart now, Shine from on high and guide us thro'; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more.

3 Great God, whom heav'nly hofts obey, How long fhall we lament and pray,

And wait in vain thy kind return? How long fhall thy fierce anger burn? 4 Instead of wine and chearful bread Thy faints with their own tears are fed; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We fhall be fav'd and figh no more.

PAUSE I.

5 Haft thou not planted with thy hands
A lovely vine in Heathen lands?
Did not thy pow'r defend it round,
And heav'nly dews enrich the ground!
6 How did the spreading branches shoot,
And bless the nations with the fruit?
But now, dear Lord, look down and fee
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.
7 Why is its beauty thus defac'd?
Why haft thou laid her fences waste?
Strangers and foes against her join,
And every beaft devours the vine.
8 Return, almighty God, return;
Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn:
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be fav'd and figh no more.

PAUSE II.

9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou waft its ftrength and glory too! Attack'd in vain by all its foes,

'Till the fair Branch of promife rofe.

10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot From David's ftock, from Jacob's root; Himself a noble Vine, and we

The leffer branches of the Tree:

'Tis thy own Son; and he fhall stand
Girt with thy ftrength at thy right-hand;
Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and bleft
With pow'r and grace above the rest.
12 O! for his fake attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches left they die;
Turn us to thee, thy love reftore,
We shall be fav'd and figh no more.

PSALM LXXXI. 1, 8,-16.

The warning of God to his People; or, Spiritual blefings and punishments.

ING to the Lord aloud,

And make a joyful noife;

God is our ftrength, our faviour God;
Let Ifra'l hear his voice.

2" From vile idolatry
"Preferve my worship clean;
"I am the Lord who fet thee free
"From flavery and fin.

3" Stretch thy defires abroad, "And I'll fupply them well; "But if ye will refuse your God, "If Ifra'l will rebel,

4" I'll leave them, faith the Lord,
"To their own lufts a prey,
And let them run the dang'rous road,
" "Tis their own chosen way.

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"Yet O! that all my faints
"Would hearken to my voice!

"Soon I would eafe their fore complaints,

"And bid their hearts rejoice.

6" While I destroy their foes,

"I'd richly feed my flock,

And they should tafte the stream that flows "From their eternal Rock.

PSALM LXXXII.

God the fupreme governor; or, Magiftrates warned. Mong th' affemblies of the great,

A greater Ruler takes his feat;

The God of heav'n as judge, furveys
Thofe gods on earth and all their ways.
2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws?
Or why support th' unrighteous caufe?
When will ye once defend the poor,
That finners vex the faints no more?

3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know;
Dark are the ways in which they go;
Their name of earthly gods is vain,
For they fhall fall and die like men.

4 Arife, O Lord, and let thy Son
Poffefs his univerfal throne,

And rule the nations with his rod;
He is our Judge, and he our God.

PSALM LXXXIII.
A complaint against perfecutors.
ND will the God of grace

A Perpetual filence keep?

The God of juftice hold his peace,
And let his veng'ance fleep?

Behold what curfed faares

The men of mifchief spread:

The men that hate thy faints and thee
Lift up their threatning head.