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2 Tyrannic death, in vain thy rage,
O'er the first heroes of his host;
But an immortal leader boast.
3 Though buried deep in dust they lie, Whose tuneful voices rais'd on high
Led the sweet anthems to his name; The children learn the father's song, And unform’d tongues shall still prolong
The ever-present Saviour's fame. 4 The present Saviour, he shall give Millions of future saints to live,
And crowd the temples of his grace:
And teach their dust sublimer praise.
132. Prayer and Hope of Victory. (L. M.) 1 N
COW may the God of pow'r and grace,
Attend his people's humble cry!
And brings deliv'rance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends,
Better than shields or brazen walls;
3 Well he remembers all our sighs ;
His love exceeds our best deserts ;
Of humble groans, and broken hearts. 4 In his salvation is our hope,
And in the name of Isr'el's God,
Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war,
And some of chariots make their boast;
From thee, the Lord, of beav'nly hosts. 6 O may the mem'ry of thy name
Inspire our armies for the fight !
Or quit the field with shameful flight! 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear ;
Now let our hopes be firm and strong,
The Church's-Safety. (L. M.)
When storms of sharp distress invade ;
Behold him present with his aid.
Down to the deep, and buried there;
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
4 There is a stream, whose gentle slow
Supplies the city of our God:
5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fears controuls ;
6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatning hour;
134. On a Day of Humiliation for Disappointment
ORD, hast thou cast the nation off?
Must we for ever mourn?
Shall mercy ne'er return ?
2 The terror of one frown of thine,
Melts all our strength away ;
We tremble in dismay.
s Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke,
And dreads thy threatning hand :
Confirm the wav'ring land. 4 Lift up a banner in the field,
For those that fear thy name ;
And put our foes to shame.
Like a confed’rate God;
Against thy lifted rod.
By thine assisting hand ;
And makes the feeble stand.
135. National Judgments. (C. M.) 1 THE
"HE gathering clouds, with aspect dark,
A rising storm presage;
And shelter'd from its rage!
That vial in his hand,
Upon our guilty land !
Fall low before the throne;
The church's and our own.
4 The humble souls who mourn and pray,
The Lord approves and knows;
When vengeance strikes his foes.
Pleading with God for a guilty Land.
Gen. xviii. 23. (L. M.)
For Sodom's vile abandon'd race?
2 Base as we are, doth not thine
eye Its chosen thousands here survey? Whose souls, deep humbled, mourn the crouds,
Who walk in sin's destructive way?
The righteous with the wicked smite;
Rebels, and saints, thy chief delight. 4 Jesus the intercessor hear,
And for his sake thy grace impart,
5 Sodom shall change to Zion then,
And heavenly dews be scatter'd round,