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He fills the sun with morning light,
His kingdoni ever must endure. 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promis'd land;
Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 He saw the nations dead in sin,
And felt his pity move within;
His kingdom ever must endure. 7 From heaven the blest Redeemer came,
To save the world from sin and shame;
Repeat his mercies in your song, 8 Thro this vain world he guides our feet,
'Till all his saints in glory meet;
PSALM 137. L. M.
And as we thought of Zion wept.
Not one melodious tune was sung;
And all the fast in mourning spent. 3 The men, who dar'd the saints to wrong,
In jest requir'd a cheerful song;
4 Remov'd from Zion far away,
We cannot tune our barps to day;
The men, who smiling seek our harm. 5 If I forget my native land,
Let dislocation seize my hand;
If Zion never come in mind.
Who vex the world in which we dwell;
So let the sword their lives destroy. 7 Now let oppressors quake for fear,
Thy time, O Babylon, is near;
The Babylonian captivity. I ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows
Our captive bands in deep despondence
stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
And every saint for sorrow look'd dismay'd. 2 The tuneless harp that once with joy we strung,
When praise employ'd and mirth inspir'd
the lay, In mourntul silence on the 'willows hung, And growing grief prolong'd the . tedious
day. 3 Our persecutors saw us thus exild,
Then bid us sing in soft melodious strains, Some song of Zion sing, they said, and smild,
But held us captive in relentless chains
4 Ah! how in heathen chains and lands un- ,
Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise. 5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,
cold heart forget my kindred race, Let dislocation seize my loosen'd frame, Be dumb my tongue, and blush my guilty
face. 6 Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion
calls, O’ertake her foes with havoc in the rear, His arm avenge her desolated walls, 'Till persecutors die of shame and fear.
PSALM 138. L. M.
Restoring and preserving grace.
I will thy power and glory sing;
Approve the song and join the praise. 2 Conven'd among the joyful throng,
Melodious sounds shall swell my song;
voice in concert tries
But grace demands my wonder more,
So much thy power and glory show. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose,
He heard my prayer, and quell’d my foes,
And hope again reviv'd my soul.
Frowns on the great, the proud disdains;
But saints who trust his grace alone,
Have full acceptance at his throne. 6 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by his hand;
Avid keep my dying faith alive. 7 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
PSALM 139. Part 1. L. M.
The all-sceing God. I OMNISCIENT God, thy mind pervades
The darkest clouds, the thickest shades, Thine all-discerning sight espies
Whale'er is done below the skies. 2 My thoughis, before they are mine own,
Are to thy mind distinctly known;
Ere from mine opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand,
On either side I find thine hand;
Thy providence atiends my way.
That strikes the cherubs with amaze;
Or comprehend thy bourdless mind. 5 Then what can I by thought attain
To find out God! The search is vain,
All are too wonderful for me.
O, may this thought possess my breast,
« The Lord is here, whate'er I do
7 Where can a guilty sinnerfly,
O Lord, to shun thy piercing eye!
Unknown to thy discerning mind!
Thy presence there the heaven illumes;
'Tis there thy power and justice dwell. 9 If mounted on the wings of morn,
In distant seas I dwell forlorn,
Would still my soul in safety keep. 10 Or should I try to shun thy sight,
Beneath the spreading veil of night,
Would kindle darkness into day. 11 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thine all-searching eyes;
Thro midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree,
Both are alike, my God, to thee;
With thee for ever shine the same. 13 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, O, may this thought posses my breast,
I must the laws of heaven revere,
PSALM 139. Part 2. L. M.
The wonderful formation of man. | IT was from thee, my God, I came,
A fabric of superior frame;