He fills the sun with morning light,
The moon and stars direct the night;
Great is his grace, his mercy sure,
His kingdom ever must endure.

5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promis'd land;
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
6 He saw the nations dead in sin,
And felt his pity move within;
Great is his grace, his mercy sure,
His kingdom ever must endure.

7 From heaven the blest Redeemer came, To save the world from sin and shame; Wonders of grace to God belong,

Repeat his mercies in your song.

8 Thro this vain world he guides our feet, 'Till all his saints in glory meet; Great is his grace, his mercy sure, His kingdom ever must endure.

PSALM 137. L. M.

Israel in captivity and Babylon destroyed. 1 O BABYLON, our captive ranks Sat down along thy river banks, A time of fasting there we kept, And as we thought of Zion wept. 2 Our harps were on the willows hung. Not one melodious tune was sung; We gave our mighty sorrows vent, And all the fast in mourning spent. 3 The men, who dar'd the saints to wrong, In jest requir'd a cheerful song; "Come now, say they, rejoice and sing In praise of God your sovreign King.".

4 Remov'd from Zion far away,
We cannot tune our harps to day;
Nor shall our sacred music charm
The men, who smiling seek our harm.
5 If I forget my native land,
Let dislocation seize my hand;

My tongue be dumb, mine eyes be blind,
If Zion never come in mind.

6 Remember, Lord, the sons of hell,
Who vex the world in which we dwell;
And as they love the sword to 'employ,
So let the sword their lives destroy.
7 Now let oppressors quake for fear,
Thy time, O Babylon, is near;
Happy the man who lays thee low,
And deals thy sons the heaviest blow.

PSALM 137.

The Babylonian captivity.

1 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 mournful silence on the willows hung, And growing grief prolong'd the tedious. day.

3 Our persecutors saw us thus exil'd,

Then bid us sing in soft melodious strains, Some song of Zion sing, they said, and smil'd, But held us captive in relentless chains

4 Ah! how in heathen chains and lands un-、

known,

Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise! O, hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne,, Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise. 5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,

If my 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.

1 WITH my whole heart, eternal King,
I will thy power and glory sing;
The saints shall hear the notes I raise,"
Approve the song and join the praise.
2 Conven❜d among the joyful throng,
Melodious sounds shall swell my song;
While every voice in concert tries
To waft the music to the skies.
3 Thy goodness, Lord, the saints adore,
But grace demands my wonder more,
Not all thy works and names below
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,
He did my rising fears control,

And hope again reviv'd my soul.

5 The God of heaven his state maintains, 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;
His words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

PSALM 139. Part 1. L. M.

The all-seeing God.

1 OMNISCIENT God, thy mind pervades
The darkest clouds, the thickest shades,
Thine all-discerning sight espies
Whate'er is done below the skies.

2 My thoughts, before they are mine own,
Are to thy mind distinctly known;
Thou know'st the words I mean to speak,
Ere from mine opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand,
On either side I find thine hand;
Where'er I go, where'er I stay,
Thy providence attends my way.
4 Thy knowledge is an heavenly blaze,
That strikes the cherubs with amaze;
Not one by searching thee can find,
Or comprehend thy boundless mind.
5 Then what can I by thought attain
To find out God! The search is vain,
Thy deep designs I cannot see,
All are too wonderful for me.

6 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
O, may this thought possess my breast,

"The Lord is here, whate'er I do His eyes omniscient look me thro."

PAUSE.

7 Where can a guilty sinner fly, O Lord, to shun thy piercing eye! An hiding place, ah! who can find Unknown to thy discerning mind! 8 If up to heaven I stretch my plumes, Thy presence there the heaven illumes; Or if I make my bed in hell,

'Tis there thy power and justice dwell. • If mounted on the wings of morn, In distant seas I dwell forlorn,

The hand that guides me thro the deep, Would still my soul in safety keep. 10 Or should I try to shun thy sight, Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 11 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thine all-searching eyes; But thou canst seize thy foes as soon, Thro midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Both are alike, my God, to thee; The gloomy cloud, the glowing flame, 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, I may not sin, for God is here."

PSALM 139. Part 2. L. M.

The wonderful formation of man.

1 IT was from thee, my God, I came, A fabric of superior frame;