They faw Him cleave the mighty Sea,
And march'd with Safety through,
With wat❜ry Walls to guard their Way,
Till they had 'fcap'd the Foe.

9. A wondrous Pillar mark'd the Road,
Compos'd of Shade and Light;
By Day, it prov'd a fhelt'ring Cloud,
A leading Fire by Night.

to He from the Rock their Thirst supply'd; The gufhing Waters fell,

And ran in Rivers by their Side,

A conftant Miracle.

11 Yet they provok'd the LORD most High, And dar'd diftruft his Hand :

"Can He with Bread our Hoft supply
"Amidft this Defert Land?"

12 The LORD with Indignation heard,
And caus'd his Wrath to flame;
His Terrors ever stand prepar'd
To vindicate his Name.

PART III.

13 WHEN Ifrael fins the LORD reproves,
And fills their Hearts with Dread;
Yet He forgives the Men He loves,
And fends them heav'nly Bread.

14 He fed them with a lib'ral Hand,
And made his Treasures known;
He gave the Midnight-Clouds Command
To pour Provifion down.

15 The Manna, like a Morning-Show',
Lay thick around their Feet;

The Corn of Heav'n fo light, fo pure,
As though 'twere Angels Meat.

16 But they in murm'ring Language said,
"Manna is all our Feaft.

"We loath this light, this airy Bread;
"We must have Flesh to tafte."

17" Ye fhall have Flesh to please your Luft,"
The LORD in Wrath reply'd;
And fent them Quails, like Sand or Duft,
Heap'd up from Side to Side.

18 He gave them all their own Defire;
And greedy as they fed,

His Vengeance burnt with fecret Fire,.
And finote the Rebels dead.

19 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.

20 Oft He chaftis'd, and ftill forgave,
Till, by his gracious Hand,
The Nation He refolv'd to fave
Poffefs'd the promis'd Land.

ISRAEL's Father and his GOD!
The Heathen Pow'rs thy lov'd Abode

Rapacious feize ;-fee ev'ry Foe

Reproach and fierce Derifion throw.

2 See, LORD, and fay how long thine Ire
Shall blaze with unextinguish'd Fire?
How long thy Flock are doom'd to prove
The fad Sufpenfion of thy Love?

3 Bleft SAVIOUR! let thy Pow'r divine
Confpicuous in our Refcue fhine,
And, Ifrael's Trefpafs purg'd away,
Thy boundless Clemency display.

4 Say, why fhould the reproaching Foe His Triumphs build on Ifrael's Woe, And afk, while thus thy Scourge we bear, "Where's now your God, ye Outcasts, where ?”

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O hear the wretched Captive's Groan;

The Souls whom Death has mark'd his own,
Hafte, LORD, while helpless thus we grieve,
Thy long-loft People to relieve!

6 So fhall the Flock acknowledg'd Thine
To Thee in grateful Praifes join,
And, long as Ifrael boafts a Name,
From Sire to Son tranfmit thy Fame.

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REAT SHEPHERD of thine Ifrael,
Who doft between the Cherubs dwell,
And ledft the Tribes, thy chosen Sheep,
Safe through the Defert and the Deep.

2 Thy Church is in the Defert now:
Shine from on high and guide us through;
Turn us to THEE, thy Love restore,
We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more.

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Great GOD, whom heav'nly Hofts obey, How long fhall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind Return 2 How long fhall thy fierce Anger burn? 4 Inftead of Wine and cheerful Bread, Thy Saints with their own Tears are fed.;. Turn us to THEE, thy Love reftore, We shall be fay'd, and figh no more.

5 HAST 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 fhoot, 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 wafte? Strangers and Foes against her join, And ev'ry Beaft devours thy Vine. 8 Return, Almighty GoD, return; Nor let thy bleeding Vineyard mourn: Turn us to THEE, thy Love restore : We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more.

9 LORD, when this Vine in Canaan grew,
Thou waft its Strength and Glory too!
Attack'd in vain by all its Foes,
Till the fair Branch of Promife rose.

10 Fair BRANCH, ordain'd of old to fhoot From David's Stock, from Jacob's Root; Himself a noble VINE, and we

The leffer Branches of the Tree:

II 'Tis thy own Son, and He shall stand
Girt with thy Strength, at thy Right-Hand;
Thy firft-born SoN, adorn'd and bleft
With Pow'r and Grace above the reft.

12 O! for his Sake attend our Cry,
Shine on thy Churches, left they die;
Turn us to THEE, thy Love restore :
We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more.

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PSALM

SING

LXXXI.

ING to the LORD aloud,
And make a joyful Noife:

GOD is our Strength, our Saviour God;
Let Ifrael hear his Voice.

"From vile Idolatry

"Preferve my Worship clean;

"I am the LORD who fet thee free

"From Slavery and Sin.

"Stretch thy Defires abroad,
"And I'll fupply them well;
"But if ye will refufe your God,

"If Ifrael will rebel;

"I'll leave them, faith the LORD,
"To their own Lufts a Prey,

"And let them run the dangerous Road;

""Tis their own chofen Way.