His spotless fame shall shine as bright
And lasting as the sun.

2 In him the nations of the world
Shall be completely blest;
And his imputed righteousness
By ev'ry tongue confess'd.

3 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord,
The God whom Israel fears;
Who only wondrous in his works,
Beyond compare appears.

4 Let earth be with his glory fill'd;
For ever bless his name;

Whilst to his praise, the list'ning world Their glad assent proclaim.

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PSALM 73. First Part. s. M.

The mystery of Providence unfolded.

URE there's a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain:

Tho' men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.

2 I saw the wicked rise,

And felt my heart repine; While haughty fools with scornful eyes, In robes of honour shine.

3 Pamper'd with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair;
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.
4 Free from the plagues and pains,
That pious souls endure;

Thro' all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.

5 Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God:

Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.

6 But I with flowing tears
Indulged my doubts to rise;
"Is there a God that sees or hears
"The things below the skies?"
7 The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense;

Till to thy house my feet were brought
To learn thy justice thence.
8 Thy word with light and pow'r
Did my mistake amend;

I view'd the sinners' life before,
But here I learn'd their end.
9 On what a slipp'ry steep
The thoughtless wretches go;
And, O that dreadful fiery deep,
That waits their fall below!
10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine;
I call my God my portion now,
And all my pow'rs are thine.

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PSALM 73. Second Part.

C. M.

God our portion here and hereafter. NOD, my supporter, and my hope, My help for ever near;

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Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, Thro' this dark wilderness;

Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heav'n without my God,
"Twould be no joy to me;

And while this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint;
God is my soul's eternal rock,

The strength of ev'ry saint.

5 Behold! the sinners, that remove
Far from thy presence, die:
Not all the idol gods they love,
Can save them when they cry.

6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;

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My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy.

PSALM 74. First Part. C. M.

The church pleading under sore persecution.

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ILL God for ever cast us off?
His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?

2 Think of the tribes, so dearly bought
With their Redeemer's blood;
Nor let thy Zion be forgot,

Where once thy glory stood.

3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste; Aloud our ruin calls:

See what a wide and fearful waste

Is made within thy walls.

4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang, Thy foes profanely roar:

Over thy gates their ensigns hang,
Sad tokens of their pow'r..

5 How are the seats of worship broke!
They tear the buildings down:
And he, that deals the heaviest stroke,
Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest:
66 Come, let us burn at once," they cry,
"The temple and the priest."

7 And still to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn;

Thy wonted sign of pow'r and grace,
Thy pow'r and grace are gone.

8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes,
The best, the wisest, mourn:

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And not a friend, nor promise, shows
The time of thy return.

PSALM 74. Second Part.

C. M.

A Prayer of the church for deliverance from great

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afflictions.

[OW long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme! Shall saints be made their endless song,

And bear immortal shame?

2 Is not the world of nature thine,
The darkness and the day?

Didst thou not bid the morning shine,
And mark the sun his way?

3 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast,
And set the earth his bounds;

With summer's heat and winter's frost,
In their perpetual rounds?

4 And shall the sons of earth and dust
That sacred pow'r blaspheme?
Will not thy hand that form'd them first,
Avenge thine injur❜d name?

5 Think on the cov❜nant thou hast made,
And all thy words of love;
Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove.

6 Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest:
Plead thy own cause, Almighty God,
And give thy children rest.

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PSALM 75. L. M.

The hand of God acknowledged.

O thee, most high and holy God,

To thee our thankful hearts we raise;
Thy works declare thy name abroad,
Thy wondrous works demand our praise.
2 To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons
Behold their foes triumphant rise:
And sore oppress'd by earthly thrones,
They sought the sov'reign of the skies.
3 'Twas then, great God, with equal pow'r
Arose thy vengeance and thy grace,
To scourge their legions from the shore,
And save the remnant of thy race.

4 Thy hand, that form'd the restless main,
And rear'd the mountain's awful head,
Bade raging seas their course restrain,
And desert wilds receive their dead.