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9 I'll think again of all thy ways,
And talk thy wonders o'er,
When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne ;
And men, that love thy word,
The counsels of the Lord.
Comfort derived from ancient providences.
(May thy own children say) “ The great, the wise, the dreadful God,
“ How holy is his way!"
The King that reigns above:
And learn to trust his love,
With Egypt's yoke opprest :
Nor gave his people rest.
Must follow where he calls;
And makes the waves their walls. 5. The waters saw thee, mighty God!
The waters saw thee come ; Backward they fled, and frighted stood,
To make thine armies room.
Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown:
That brings thy mercies down.
7 He gave them water from the rock;
And safe by Moses' hand, Thro' a dry desert led his flock Home to the promis'd land,
PSALM 78. First Part. C. M. Providences recorded for the instruction of Children. *L
ET children hear the mighty deeds,
Which God perform'd of old,
And which our fathers told.
His works of pow'r and grace :
Thro' ev'ry rising race.
And they again to theirs;
May teach them to their heirs.
Their hope securely stands;
Israel's rebellion and punishment.
Was Jacob's ancient race!
And to their Maker's grace. .
And did his laws despise ;
His pow'r before their eyes.
What dreadful tokens of his might
Spread o'er the stubborn land! 4. They saw him cleave the mighty sea,
And march'd in safety through, With wat’ry walls to guard their way,
”Till they had 'scap'd the foe.
Compos’d of shade and light;
A leading fire by night.
The gushing waters fell; And ran in rivers by their side,
A constant miracle, 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high,
And dar'd distrust his hand : “ Can he with bread our host supply
66 Amidst this desert land ?"
And caus'd his wrath to flame :
Israel punished for intimperance. 1 HEN Israel sinn'd, the Lord reprov'd,
And fill'd their hearts with dread;
And sent them heav'nly bread. 2 Hc fed them with a lib'ral hand,
And made his treasures known;
To pour provision down.
Lay thick around their feet :
The corn of heav'n, so light, so pure,
As tho' 'twere angel's meat.
66 Manna is all our feast :
“ We must have flesh to taste." 5 6 Ye shall have flesh to please your lust,"
The Lord in wrath replied ;
Heap'd up from side to side.
And, greedy as they fed,
And smote the rebels dead. 7 When some were slain, the rest return’d,
And sought the Lord with tears ; Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd,
But soon forgot their fears.
Till, by his gracious hand,
PSALM 79. L. M.
Thy peaceful heritage invade:
In dust thy sacred walls are laid. 2 Wide. o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood,
Thy people fall’n in death remain :
And savage beasts divide the slain.
Reproach thy children to their face:
" Where is your God of boasted pow'r,
" And where the promise of his grace ?'* 4 Deep from the prison's horrid gloom,
O! hear the mournful captive sigh;
The trembling souls condemn’d to die. 5 Let those who dar'd t insult thy reign,
Return dismay'd with endless shame;
Shall from thy vengeance learn thy name. & So shall thy children, freed from death,
Eternal songs of honour raise ;
PSALM 80. First Part. L. M.
The prayer of the church under affliction.
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
Safe thro’ the desert and the deep. 2 Thy church is in the desert now,
Shine from on high, and guide us through:
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
How long shall we lament and pray,
How long shall thy fierce anger burn? 4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed :