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But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd
Where our Jehovah's known. 5 O Zion trust the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
PSALM 136. First Part. P. M. The wonders of Creation, Providence, and Redemption. 1
The universal Lord;
And be his grace ador'd. “ His pow'r and grace are still the same; " And let his name have endless praise.” 2 How mighty is his hand !
What wonders hath he done !
To crown the day with light;
To cheer the darksome night. “ His pow'r and grace are still the same; “And let his name have endless praise." 4 He smote the first born sons,
The flow'r of Egypt, dead ;
With joy and glory led.
Cleft the Red Sea in two;
And for his people made
A wondrous passage through. “ His pow'r and grace are still the same; “ And let his name have endless praise." 6 But cruel Pharaoh there,
With ail his host he drown'd,
Thro' a long desert ground.
Beneath his dreadful hand ;
Possession of their land. “ His pow'r and grace are still the same ; “ And let his name have endless praise." 8 He saw the nations lie All perishing in sin ; And pitied the sad state
The ruin'd world was in.
To save us from our woe,
And ev'ry hurtful foe. “ His pow'r and grace are still the same; “And let his name have endless praise.' 10 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heav'nly king ;
PSALM 136. Second Part. L. M.
Praise ye the Lord.
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
The King of kings with glory crown.
And fix'd the starry lights on high :
He bids the moon direct the night.
And brought them to the promis'd land :
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave :
Repeat his mercies in your song.”
And leads us to his heav'nly seat :
The sorrows of Israel in captivity.
And wept for Zion's hapless fate :
While foes requir'd a sacred song.
Sing us a song of heav'n,” they cry :
" Or cease to mourn for Israel's fate,
« Let useful skill our hands forsake;
“Our hearts with hopeless sorrow break.” 4 “ Thou, ruin'd Salem, to our eyes
“ Each day, in sad remembrance rise ! • Should we e'er cease to feel thy wrongs,
“Lost be our joys, and mute our tongues. 5 “ Remember, Lord, proud Edom's sons,
“ Who cried, exulting at our groans, " While Salem trembled at her base,
“ Rase them : her deep foundations rase.” 6 While thus they sung, the mourners view'd
Their foes by Cyrus' arm subdu'd,
Their streets, and fields, with hosts of dead. 7 Pleas'd, they foresaw, the blest decree,
That set their tribes from bondage free ;
The church's complaint.
To level Zion with the ground.
And hiss thy word with tongues of pride; And cry, to insult our humble prayer,
“Where is your God, ye Christians, where ?" 3 Errors, and sins, and follies grow ;
Thy saints bow down in deepest woe :
And thousands walk with Christ no more. 4 To happier days our bosoms turn;
Those days but teach us how to mourn:
The God, who bade his mercy flow,
In wrath withdraws his blessing now.
Its quick’ning, saving influ'nce gone :
Nor see their awful danger near.
Thy Spirit sheds his healing pow'rs :
And all is barrenness, and death.
On thee our hope shall safely rest :
Array'd to set his Israel free.
To crush his foes, and seal their doom ;
Her pomp, her idols, pow'r and trust.
The matchless glories of their King ; dars Nations before his altar bend,
And peace from realm to realm extend.
Love to the church.
The house of thine abode ;
With his own precious blood.
2 I love thy Church, O God ! :
Her walls before thee stand,
And graven on thy hand.
3 If e'er to bless thy sons 21
My voice, or hands deny,