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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:

WILL 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.

With flames they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest :
"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Thy presence is withdrawn ;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 signs 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:
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 afflictions.

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HOW 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 its 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.
PSALM 75. L. M.

The hand of God acknowledged.

1 TO thee, most high and holy God,

To thee our thankful hearts we raise;
Thy works declare thy name abroad,
Thy wond'rous works demand our praise.
2 To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons
Beheld their foes triumphant rise;
And sore opprest 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.
5 Such wonders never come by chance,
Nor can the wind such blessings blow:
'Tis God the judge doth one advance,
'Tis God that lays another low.
6 Let haughty tyrants sink their pride,
Nor lift so high their scornful head;

But lay their impious thoughts aside,
And own the empire God hath made.

PSALM 76. C. M.

God protects his church.

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N Judah, God of old was known;
His name in Israel great :

In Salem stood his holy throne,

And Zion was his seat.

2 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else,
Than mighty hills of prey?
The hill, on which Jehovah dwells,
More glorious is than they.

3 'Twas Zion's king, who stopt the breath
Of captains, and their hosts:
The men of might slept fast in death ¿,
And vain were all their boasts.

At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horse and chariot fell;
Who knows the terrors of thy rod!
Thy vengeance who can tell!

When God in his own sov'reign ways
Comes down to save th' opprest;
The wrath of man shall work his praise,
And he'll restrain the rest.

6 Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring,
Ye princes fear his frown;

His terror shakes the proudest king,
And cuts an army down.

7 The thunder of his sharp rebuke
Our haughty foes shall feel:
The God of Jacob ne'er forsook,
But dwells in Zion still.

PSALM 77. First Part. C. M.
Hope prevailing over despondency.

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O God I cried with mournful voice
I sought his gracious ear:

In the sad hour when troubles rose;
And fill'd my heart with fear.

2 Gloomy my days, and dark my nights;
My soul refus'd relief:

I thought on God, the just and wise,
But thoughts increas'd my grief.

3 Still I complain'd, and, still opprest,
My heart began to break;

My God, thy wrath forbade my rest,
And kept my eyes awake.

4 My overwhelming sorrows grew,
"Till I could speak no more;
Then I within myself withdrew,
And call'd thy judgments o'er.

5 I call'd back years and ancient times,
When I beheld thy face;

My spirit search'd for secret crimes,
That might withhold thy grace.

6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind,
Which I enjoy'd before;

And will the Lord no more be kind?
His face appear no more?

7 Will he forever cast me off?

And will his promise fail? Hath he forgot his tender love?

Shall anger still prevail?

8 But I forbid this hopeless thought,
This dark, despairing frame e;
Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought:
Thy hand is still the same..

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