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In thee, all-clement God, my hopes I place

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXI (1756) Lyrics: 1 In thee, all-clement God, my hopes I place; O never let thy servant know disgrace; 2 But hear; thy kind indulgent mercy shew, And bid thy justice free me from the foe: 3 My rock, my fortress, my salvation, thou; Hope of my youth, and object of my vow, To thee I fly, as to a sure defence, To thee, blest guardian of my innocence; Cause thou the schemes of cruel men to fail; Nor let their efforts 'gainst my peace prevail. 6 To me thy mercies have been always great; Those mercies oft I gratefully repeat; How from my birth thy goodness thou hast shewn, How from my infant-years thou'st led me on. 7 Now of derision I an object prove; Yet still my certain refuge is thy love; 8 Therefore, while glads the radiant sun the day, Thine honour I, thy goodness will display. 9 Of impious foes protect me from the rage, And not forsake me in my feeble age: 10 Constant their secret mischiefs they prepare, And greatly hope, they shall my life ensnare: 11 "His God denies him aid; he's ours (they cry) "Now seize him, take him, and the wretch destroy." 12 But thou, O God, thy kind assistance lend, Baffle their hopes, and my poor soul defend; 13 With vile dishonour and with shame meet they, To certain ruin who'd my steps betray; Infatuate thou their schemes, their hearts confound, Who make it all their joy my soul to wound, 14 For in thy mercy I will ever hope, I'll praise the bounteous God that rais'd me up; 15 Thy love unmerited I'll daily sing, And to thy glorious name attune the string; 16 Extol the pow'r, that gives me strength in war, And thy strict justice faithfullv declare. 17 My youth thou'st guided in tne perfect road, Nor have I prov'd ungrateful to my God. 18 Now then, when age with all it's ills oppress, Now not desert me in my deep distress; That I to nations yet unborn may sing The pow'r, the mercy, of my heav'nly king. 19 Thy justice, Lord, ascends yon heav'ns above; O dread creator, who like thee can prove? 20 True; thou didst plunge me in the depths of grief, But soon thy mercy gave my soul relief: 21 Pow'r, wealth and honour, soon didst thou supply, And gav'st me peace and happiness t' enjoy. 22 Therefore my psalt'ry and my harp display Thy truth, O Israels God, from day to day; 23 Therefore my soul, by thee redeem'd from woe, In ardent praise her gratitude shall shew; 24 Therefore thy righteous acts shall fill my tongue; The justice of my God my constant song; Who on my foes did dire destruction pour, My foes, who sought his servant to devour. Scripture: Psalm 71 Languages: English

Let me, good God, my righteous suit obtain

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXII (1756) Lyrics: 1 Let me, good God, my righteous suit obtain; Impartial o'er my people let me reign; And for my son (O hear a father's pray'r) Some portion of thy justice let him share; 2 By equal laws thy favour'd nations sway, Nor turn from pleading poverty away. 3 Then shall the hills exalt their heads in peace; The woods and plains shall heav'n-born justice bless. 4 With equity the injur'd let him hear, While hard oppressors his resentment fear. Safe let the poor to his protection fly, Assur'd, that he'll immediate aid supply: 5 That, while the beamy sun shall gild the day, And the pale moon mines forth with borrow'd ray, The ages yet to come may dread thy pow'r, Thy will revere, thy glorious name adore. 6 Down from above return the heav'n-born maid, And o'er the nations all her influence shed; As from thy goodness falls the fleecy rain, And spreads a glorious plenty o'er the plain. 7 His sceptre let the virtues all attend; Prove to the virtuous he a steady friend; Long let them flourish, while celestial peace Their souls with all her balmy sweets shall bless. 8 Extend his wide domains from sea to sea, While only earth's own bounds confine his sway. 9 Be his vast AEthiopias desart land; Own all his foes submissive his command; Bow at his awful feet, and grace implore, Their heads with humbling ashes cover'd o'er. 10 To him their gifts the world's high masters bring, Tarsus' proud prince, Arabia's haughty king; And all the monarchs of the isles, whose bounds Old ocean with his stormy floods surrounds. 11 'Fore him fall all that have imperial sway; Him all the nations of the globe obey. 12 May he the wretched in their mis'ries aid, 13 And free the poor, when cruel foes invade; 14 From fraud, from violence, their souls protect, And to their urgent plea have due respect. 15 Crown'd with bright glory, long may he survive, And Sheba's yellow tribute long receive; For him his people long put up their pray'rs, And bless the influence of his royal cares. 16 May e'en the desart hills their harvests yield, (Their sterile tops with golden plenty fill'd) The tow'ring corn it's waving ears shall shew, As high on Lebanon the cedars bow While o'er the city spreads a numerous race, As o'er the verdant plains the spiry grass. 17 Long may the glories of his name endure; His mem'ry last, till time itseif's no more; His people, blest in him, as he in them, Him equally their prince and father deem. 18 Praise, might and majesty, to Israel's God, Who sheds his gracious bounties, all abroad; 19 Eternal honours wait upon his name; Praise him, ye sons of men, with loud acclaim; O'er the wide world his glorious name be shewn, And fall the nations prostrate 'fore his throne. Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English

His mercies to the good will heav'n ensure

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXIII (1756) Lyrics: 1 His mercies to the good will heav'n ensure, To all whose hands are clean, whose hearts are pure: 2 And yet how nigh I 'ad from my duty stray'd, When I the counsels of his wisdom weigh'd? 3 Mad was my heart, when I the wicked saw, Who made their impious wills their only law; When I beheld them of their pow'r possest, With health, with peace, with prosp'rous fortunes blest. 4 Vig'rous and strong, the paths of life they tread, Fear not mischance, nor death's grim horrors dread. 5 The anxious cares that other men depress, The killing griefs that righteous souls distress, Are never theirs; in happy ease they live, Flow in their joys, and have not learn'd to grieve. 6 Therefore with insolence, with pride they swell, No pangs for injur'd innocence they feel, But violence and rapine make their joy, And call it wond'rous glory, to destroy. 7 Fill'd are their garners, countless is their store; Yet their insatiate souls still thirst for more: More still they have--how fair their lots are cast! More than their wanton luxury can waste. 8 Corrupt their hearts, oppression's all their thought; With vast ideas of themselves they're fraught; Proud is their speech, and lofty are their eyes; 9 Still higher in their monstrous guilt they rise; Not with their insults on the world content, 'Gainst heav'n's high Lord their blasphemies they vent. 10 With souls astonish'd this the righteous view; See, ever-streaming tears their cheeks bedew! 11 "Surely (they cry) our glorious God is just; "Will he not punish such imperious dust? 12 "If such prosperity the wretch attends, "Whose daring blasphemy high heav'n offends; "If wealth, if honours, to the impious flow, "Who such consummate insolence dare shew; 13 "Vainly our hearts we've cleans'd from ev'ry stain, "We've wash'd our hands in innocence in vain. 14 "Why such continued anguish do we bear? "Why guard our actions with such fruitless care?" 15 But soon these wild surmises I restrain'd; Soon my complaining heart with awe I rein'd; Lest 'gainst my God I shou'd have guilty been, And judg'd his conduct with the sons of men. 16 Yet anxious still, the latent cause I sought; Still the amazing fcene employ'd my thought ; Fruitless my search--I no relief cou'd find; A gloomy darkness clouded still my mind. 17 When to thy temple, Lord, I bent my way; There on my soul thou beam'd'st a sudden day; No more thy favours to the wicked wound; Their sad, their fatal end I straitway found. 18 I saw on what a slipp'ry height they stood, How vain the wealth that constant to them flow'd; What poor support 'twou'd prove, when o'er their head Thou shou'dst the terrors of thy vengeance spread. 19 How in a moment are they all destroy'd! How are their honours and their riches void! 20 Like a mere fleeting dream at night they are; Awhile they strike our souls with doubt, with fear; But when our God awakes, the terror's o'er, And they're despis'd, who struck with dread before. 21 This 'fore I knew, what gloomy thoughts did roll Within my breast? what anguish pain'd my soul? 22 Stupid and dull, I like a brute became, Clouded with ignorance, and sunk in shame. 23 But now, supported by thy pow'rful hand, Now that thy secret will I understand; 23 Thro' thy propitious influence I revive, And in thy glory humbly hope to live. 25 Whom have I, gracious God, in heav'n but thee? On earth, who mates thy love, thy clemency? 26 Broke was my anguish'd heart; my spirits fail'd, And a dead numbness o'er my frame prevail'd. Thou with new vigour didst my soul inspire, And gav'st my plaining heart her full desire. 27 While on the wicked thy dread judgments fall, And they, who thee despise, shall perish all; 28 Thy will I'll follow--thou, my only stay, Oft to my soul thy goodness didst display; Blest with thy love; from doubt, from danger free, Continual anthems will I sing to thee. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

How long, O Lord, will thy dread anger hold?

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXIV (1756) Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord, will thy dread anger hold? How long shall rav'ning wolves devour thy fold? 2 Remember, Lord, the purchase thou hast made, The tribes, redeem'd from bondage by thy aid, The blest inheritance thou call'dst thy own, The hill of Sion, where thou'st fix'd thy throne. 3 Arise, just God, restrain the mad'ning foe, That with such impious pride and fury glow; That, insolent and blasphemously vain, Thy hallow'd temple with their hands profane. 4 Sounds the shrill trumpet, and the nations roar, Not they who thee with humble hearts adore; But those thy foes, that vile rebellious race, Who on thy sacred tow'rs their standards place, 5 Wild with success, they range the city round, They raze thy hallow'd temple to the ground; The dread tremendous ruin, as it falls, Hark! the dire crush! our sinking hearts appalls. So fall, when conquer'd by redoubled strokes, Down the steep mountain's side the tumbling oaks. 6 They all it's glorious ornaments destroy; Beetles and bars their cruel hands employ; 7 View the whole fabrick, circled round with flame, The fabrick sacred to thy holy name. 8 Fully resolv'd, they to each other say, "Be this to Salem's pride the final day; "'Bove other towns no longer let her soar; "Fate threats her now, and she shall rule no more." 9 Mean while, no signs of thy assistance; we, No inspir'd prophet, to console us, see; Not one, who e'en a slender hope can give, That thou thy wretched people wilt relieve. 10 How long, good God, shall our insulting foes Sport with thy people, and illude their woes; How long wilt thou permit them to blaspheme, With their reproachful taunts, thy sacred name? 11 Ah! why from us thy mighty hand withdrawn? Ah! why thy once-lov'd tribes left so forlorn? 12 Of old our leader thou, our guide hast been; For us thy wond'rous works all earth hath seen: 13 At thy command retir'd the foamy sea, And with a double wall secur'd our way; Then back at thy command obedient flows, And with her surges overwhelms our foes. 14 The haughty tyrant, insolent and vain, Fierce as the wildest monsters of the main, Sunk in her waves, and on the desart shore Was tost, for rav'nous vultures to devour: 15 Thou spak'st--hard rocks a plenteous stream supply; Thou spak'st--the rivers leave their channels dry. 16 Thine is the day, O God, and thine the night; The sun thou gildest with his beamy light; 17 Thou keep'st tthe mad'ning sea within her bounds: The earth thou strengt'nest with her rocky mounds! When rages winter with his horrid train, Thou still with suited warmth reviv'st the plain; When scorches summer with it's sultry heat, Thou fann'st the air, and giv'st a cool retreat. 18 And wilt not thou remember the disgrace, Which cast the wicked on thy faithful race? Wilt thou forget the mocking blasphemies, Wherewith thy name tremendous they despise? 19 From their big insults free thy plaintive dove, The once-blest objeft of almighty love; Hear thy afflicted people, once thy boast, Nor in oblivion let their cries be lost: 20 O call that holy covenant to mind, Which with most solemn sanctions thou didst bind: For dreadful, dreary darkness shades our head, And cruelty around, and rapine spread. 21 O let not they, that love thy sacred name, The indigent, th' opprest, return with shame. 22 Arise, almighty Lord; thy pow'r exert; Thine is the injur'd's cause; their cause assert: With rage besotted, lo! the impious croud Speak 'gainst thy pow'r their blasphemies aloud. 23 Forget not, Lord, their vile opprobious tongues, Their big impieties, their ceaseless wrongs; Still, still their monstrous villainies increase, And with relentlefs hate they still oppress. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

To thee, O God, in songs of joy we'll raise

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXV (1756) Lyrics: i To thee, O God, in songs of joy we'll raise The tuneful voice, and celebrate thy praise; Thy great, thy wond'rous mercies we'll proclaim, And sing the glories of thy holy name. 2 When comes th' appointed time to judge the earth, "I'll call (says God) my winged council forth, "And on that solemn, that tremendous day, "'Fore them my righteous justice I'll display. 3 "And at my presence tho' this earth dissolve, "Tho' dreadful fears her guilty sons involve, "Yet firm I'll fix her in her wonted space, "Strengthen her pillar, and confirm her base." 4 Ye senseless fools, how oft have I in vain Warn'd you, your wretched follies to refrain? How oft, to leave the fatal road you trod, Nor take up impious arms against your God? 5 Say, whence this stiff-neck'd, self-will'd frenzy springs; Whence this rebellion 'gainst the king of kings? On what frail feeble hopes have ye relied, That thus you raise your crests with haughty pride? 6 For not the raging north, nor rosy east, Nor yet the rainy south, or ruddy west, Can give you wealth, or fix you on a throne: 7 That sov'reign pow'r pertains to God alone; 'Tis he that raises from the dust the poor; 'Tis he brings down the haughty spirit low'r. 8 For lo! a flowing cup his hand divine Extends, a cup that glows with purple wine; Mix'd with a deadly poison is the draught; 'Fore him earth's trembling, guilty sons are brought; Lo! to the wicked is the potion set; The wicked quaff--perdition is their fate. 10 By me, all nations, and all ages, hear The God of Jacob thus his will declare; 11 "Of impious men, that have my pow'r defied, "With fearful vengeance I'll confound the pride; "The humbly good, that in affliction sigh, "I'll crown with bright rewards, and raise them high." Scripture: Psalm 75 Languages: English

To fancied gods while all the nations bend

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXVI (1756) Lyrics: 1 To fancied gods while all the nations bend, Our faithful tribes th' almighty Lord attend; In Judah is his pow'r, his glory known; 2 Salem's his temple, Sion is his throne. 3 'Twas here he broke the sword, the shaft, the spear; And all the deadly implements of war. 4 What bright majestic terror round him shone, When he earth's mighty tyrants tumbled down? 5 Struck by his pow'r, they fell an easy prey; Sunk in eternal deep their eyes, they lay. 6 Vain was the chariot, useless was the steed; Trembled at his rebuke their hearts with dread. 7 And just their fear, for who his wrath can stand? Who dare the thunder of his vengeful hand? 8 Did not, when he, in majesty array'd, Came down, propitious, to his servant's aid? Did not high heav'n the awful sentence hear? Was not th' astonish'd earth struck mute with fear? 10 His punishments, that on oppressors fall, Rejoice the good, the impious soul appall. 11 Ye tribes, that round his sacred temple dwell, Your victims offer, and his praises tell; 12 Vow to your God, who, dreadful in his wrath, Humbles the haughty monarchs of the earth. Scripture: Psalm 76 Languages: English

To thee, O Lord, I made my humble pray'r

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXVII (1756) Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I made my humble pray'r, Thee I implor'd, and gracious thou didst hear. 2 To thee alone in my distress I pray'd, With dreadful ills when I was sore dismay'd; To thee the live-long night held up my hands, Nor wou'd receive the solace of my friends. 3 On thee alone relying, thee I chose, To heal my heart, to dissipate my woes; My soul with deep, with bitter anguish pain'd, To thee I therefore heavily complain'd. 4 And well might I complain, for sleep no more Wou'd o'er my eyes exert his healing pow'r; Tho' on my limbs a heavy stupor hung, And my continued anguish chain'd my tongue. 5 'Twas then my mind revolv'd my former days, When thee I sung in sweet harmonious lays; 6 My grateful praises on the tuneful lyre, The hymns of joy thy mercies did inspire; With these ideas long my soul was fraught, And thus wou'd I indulge the pensive thought: 7 "Ah! will th' all-high make me no more his care? "Shall I no more his gracious goodness share? 8 "Ah! will his mercy now no more prevail, "And is it possible his truth should fail? 9 "Has he his great beneficence forgot? "Will dire resentment bring his love to nought?" 10 Soon I repented of the vain surmise; Thy ways of old I set before my eyes, The ever-gracious deeds thy hand had done, The various mercies thou hadst constant shewn; 12 The griefs, the dangers, thou hadst chac'd away, The quick relief thou gav'st without delay. 13 Yes; sov'reign ruler, I thy justice see; For truth, for mercy, who is like to thee? 14 To the whole earth the wonders of thy pow'r Shew'd thee the universal governor. 15 When struck proud Pharaoh with a dread alarm Thy favour'd tribes, them, by thy mighty arm, 16 Didst thou redeem; thy arm the waters saw, The troubled depths, and they beheld with awe. 17 The heavy clouds obey'd thy great command, And delug'd with their watery stores the land; 18 Fell thy destroying hail, thy thunders roar'd; Their rapid fires thy forky lightnings pour'd. 19 And when thy people Pharaoh's fury fled; When Moses and his sacred brother led Them thro' the deep, and strait pursued the foe; Back on the hostile bands the waters flow; Fain they'd retreat; but their attempts are vain; Sudden they perish in th' o'er-whelming main: While, as his fleecy care the shepherd leads, Thou guid'st them thro' the sea; the sea recedes Stood on a heap the sea at thy command; Secure they pass, and joyful reach the strand. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Ye sons of Israel, faithful tribes, attend

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXVIII (1756) Lyrics: 1 Ye sons of Israel, faithful tribes, attend; A lsft'ning ear to these my numbers lend; 2 My flowing numbers marvels shall unfold, Which were in parables conceal'd of old; 3 Which from our ancient fathers we have known; 4 Which shall to late posterity be shewn: Yes; I, no simple bard, whom heav'n inspires (E'en now my soul celestial transport fires!) I will the wonders of th' Almighty sing, The pow'r, the praises, of our God, our king. 5 For, when he made with Abr'ham's favour'd line A league, confirm'd by sanctions most divine, Them his peculiar people when he chose, This, his determin'd will, he did impose, That they his law, the wonders he had done, For ever to their after-race make known; 7 That, mindful of his mercies and his word, Firmly they might rely upon their Lord; The statutes, that he had ordain'd, observe, And never from his dread commandments swerve: 8 Never, like their rebellious fathers, prove Ingrate and stubborn to almighty love; Never, like them, distrust his gracious pow'r, But wait his mercy, and his name adore. 9 Ye sons of Ephraim, why, when strongly arm'd With bow, with spear, so dreadfully alarm'd? Why fly your foes in the embattl'd field? Why, when the fight began, so basely yield? 10 Alas! the sacred cov'nant they 'ad forgot, Their God's most holy law regarded not; 11 Forgot the wonders of his mighty hand, 12 His glorious acts in Egypt's idol-land; His glorious acts, that all their fathers saw, That struck proud Pharaoh's harden'd heart with awe. 13 He for their passage made the sea divide; Her waves a rampier form'd on either side; 14 With a dun cloud he led them in the day; By night a stream of fire directs their way; 15 In the dry desart, fainting and athirst, They cried--his ears their piteous plainings pierc'd. He from the rock his plenteous streams bestow'd, The rock he smote, and pour'd a limpid flood. 17 Yet still they sinn'd against his sov'reign pow'r, And by their faithless murmurs vex'd him sore: 18 Dar'd in their thankless hearts to tempt their God, And ask'd with highest insolence for food. 19 Great was their blasphemy, when thus they said; "In the lone desart can he furnish bread? 20 "True; in our need the veiny rock he smote, "And in full torrents gush'd the waters out. "Food to supply, is sure beyond his pow'r, "And where of bread, of flesh, his secret store?" 21 This heard the Lord, and strait his anger rose; With dread resentment 'gainst his tribes he glows; 22 'Cause they, tho' such great mercies they'd receiv'd, Still wanted faith, nor in his power believ'd. 23 Yet did he open strait the doors of heav'n; 24 Above their hopes, celestial food was giv'n; In plenteous show'rs th' ambrosial manna fell, Meats, that did far all earthly cates excel. 25 O blest result of clemency divine! Meats, such as angels eat, he gave, benign; 26 He drove the east wind from the fields of air, And bad the south his flaggy wings prepare; 27 The south obey'd, and pour'd a feather'd flood, Birds of the richest flavour for their food. O'er the astonish'd camp in heaps they lay, Thick as the scatter'd sand along the sea, 29 And now they are with heavenly cates replete; 30 Yet still their lusts continue, while they eat, 31 E'en while they eat, the God, that's ever just, Made them the victims of their wretched lust; In his dread fury on the camp he flew, And the most valiant of their chieftains slew. 32 Yet vain th' inflictions of his vengeance prov'd; Nor yet his great beneficence remov'd 30 Their horrid guilt--at length, provok'd, their God With all his rage and all his fury glow'd, Their vitals with a dread distemper struck, Their wounded souls with all his horrors shook. 34 Driv'n, by his vengeance, him they own'd their Lord, His pow'r ackhowledg'd, and his help implor'd; 35 Own'd, they subsisted by his mighty aid, That he redeem'd them, and their foes dismay'd. 36 Yet this they only with their lips confest; Conviction cou'd not reach their harden'd breast; 37 Their vile demeanour, not their hearts, they chang'd, Their hearts from his blest statutes still estrang'd. 38 Still he in mercy wou'd their crimes forgive; Still in his favour he wou'd let them live; Full oft his fearful anger he forbore, And did, to health, to peace, their souls restore; 39 For he consider'd them of mortal birth, That they were still but quicken'd lumps of earth; Or empty shadows of a summer's day, That, like a fleeting wind, post swift away, 40 And yet how oft ungrateful did they prove To all the efforts of his tender love; 41 Measur'd almighty strength by their short line, And, obstinate, denied his pow'r divine! 42 Their great deliv'rance they remember'd not, Soon they the mercies of his arm forgot; For them how he stupendous wonders wrought, And 'gainst Egyptian rage their battles fought. 44 How with infected streams their rivers flow'd, Their limpid waters ting'd with filthy blood: 45 Range o'er_their dwellings the devouring fly, And marshy frog, their palaces annoy; 46 The locusts and destructive beetles swarm Around their fields, and do them dreadful harm: 47 Their vines are ruin'd by the beating hail, And o'er their trees the blasting frosts prevail: 48 His hail destroys the cattle of the plain, And all their flocks are by his thunder slain: 49 Dread in his wrath, he all his vengeance pourd. Full on their heads his indignation roar'd; In heaviest trouble, in distress they lay, And in-born furies on their vitals prey. 50 Stalks death around, in all his horrors clad, And beast and man devouring plagues invade. 51 Hark! what sad moans! what unavailing cries! The favour'd son, the father's darling, dies! Joy of his years, and heir to his domain! He dies; and mourns parental love in vain! 52 Mean while, as leads the swain his woolly care, Our God did for his tribes their way prepare; 53 Fearless, they went; and joyful reach the shore, While the returning waves their foes devour. 54 Safely he brought them to the sacred hill, That holy mount where chose himself to dwell; 55 For them the impious nations chac'd away, And made their fertile lands his people's prey. 56 Yet still provoking, they their God defied, Despis'd his statutes, and his patience tried; 57 Just like their fathers they rebellious prov'd, And from the even path of duty rov'd; Like a deceitful bow they turn'd, and soon Their wonted blasphemy and crimes begun. 58 Their Lord eternal they no more obey'd, But after gods, that were not gods, they stray'd; On each high hill their adorations pay To images of brass, of stone, of clay. 59 This saw th' Almighty, and his anger rose; He now abhorr'd the people he had chose; 60 Them of his glad'ning presence he bereft, And his own altar, his dear Shiloh, left: 61 His hallow'd ark no more in Judah stands, Whence beam'd his glorious light to distant lands; The sacred monument of his people's peace, Pledge of his awful law, the foes possess. 62 His people war with her fell train destroys, While with regardless ears he hears their cries. 63 Their lusty youth are by the flames devour'd; Fall their hoar priests by th' unrelenting sword; No more the nuptial bed, the virgin-throng Expect, or join the hymeneal song; No more the widows for their consorts sigh, And in the grave they unlamented lie. 65 At length his furious anger was appeas'd; And soon the insults of the heathen ceas'd; As from a heavy sleep our God arose, And pour'd his dreadful vengeance on our foes: 66 Struck with a quick alarm, they turn, they fly; In vain--for by his fatal shafts they die; And, while yon sun shall sjine, continued shame, Continued infamy awaits their name. 67 Yet not to Epbraim, tho' his sons were brave, Nor to Manasseh, he the sceptre gave; 68 His favour'd choice the tribe of Judah prov'd; The hill of Sion was the hill he lov'd. 69 There he his sacred seat for ever plac'd, His temple there with his bright presence blest; Firm as the globe, the hallow'd dome shall stand, Firm shall remain, till nature's self shall end. 70 And him who tended long his fleecy care, 71 Who drove his fatlings to the pastures fair, David, his servant, has he call'd bis own, And fix'd the humble shepherd on a throne; O'er his own fav'rite people gives him sway, And bids the sons of Abraham obey, 72 By him supported, in his prowess strong, His flock with faithful care he 'as govern'd long; Protects them from the fury of the foe, And teaches them the laws of heav'n to know. Scripture: Psalm 78 Languages: English

Thou sov'reign Lord, that fill's the earth with dread

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXIX (1756) Lyrics: 1 Thou sov'reign Lord, that fill'st our earth with dread, Shall impious foes thy heritage invade? Shall they thy sacred, solemn dome profane? Shall o'er thy favour'd tribes destruction reign? 2 Dead are the pious souls that lov'd thy word, Dead are they all, the victims of the sword: They're to the wolves expos'd in open air; Lo! their dismember'd limbs the vultures tear. 3 Round Salem's walls flow scarlet streams of blood, As when the rains increase th' impetuous flood; Their mangled carcasses unburied lie, And not one friend that will a grave supply. 4 And both alike, the living and the dead, A theme for laughter and contempt are made. 5 O gracious father, will thy dreadful ire For ever rage, and shall it burn like fire? 6 Pour out thy fury rather on the race, That not avow thy pow'r, thy law embrace: Those impious kingdoms, blasphemously vain, Who to invoke thy holy name disdain: 7 The ruin of thy people who resolve, And in devouring flame their towns involve. 8 Recall not, Lord, our heinous crimes of yore, And let thy wrath vindictive burn no more: Quite overwhelm'd in killing woes we are; Prevent us with thy love; in pity spare. 9 Why shou'd the heathen spread their taunts abroad, And blasphemously cry, "Where is their God?" 10 To us extend thy clemency divine, And let thy glory in our pardon shine: Assert thyself O Lord, and 'fore our eyes In all the terrors of thy vengeance rise; Revenge the blood of innocence they've spilt, And punish, punish their enormous guilt. i1 Thy pow'r exert, to heal the captive's grief, To give him, from his galling chains, relief; Bid them in peace, in joy, in safety, breathe, Who're destin'd by their cruel foes to death. 12 The vile reproach, the contumelies, that they Cast on thy people, and on thee, repay; O let a sev'n-fold punishment be theirs, In our deliv'rance while thy pow'r appears; 13 While we, great shepherd, thy peculiar flock, Make thee our whole support, our strength, our rock; And, in thy pastures as we feed, display Thy praise, thy pow'r, thy love, from day to day. Scripture: Psalm 79 Languages: English

O thou (between the cherubims thy throne)

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXXX (1756) Lyrics: 1 O thou (between the cherubims thy throne) Whom Jacob's faithful race their shepherd own, Who feed'st thy Israel with a shepherd's care, Benign O lift; attend our humble pray'r. 2 Thou to thy chosen tribes thy glory shew; Give them, the influence of thy pow'r to know; Their many woes thy instant help demand; O aid them, save them, by thy mighty hand. 3 Our heavy griefs to dissipate is thine; The clouds disperse, when beams thy light divine. 4 Dread God of battles, will thy anger last? Prefer a fruitless pray'r thy tribes distrest? 5 Their board with ever-streaming tears bedew'd, Tears are their only drink, their only food. 6 We of our villain-foes are made the spoil, And, tho' they quarrel for their spoils the while, Yet still with cruel, with inhuman pride, Our sore distresses, scornful, they deride. 7 But all our griefs to heal, O Lord, is thine; The clouds disperse, when beams thy light divine. 8 A vine thou brought'st from Pharaoh's hostile land; This vine thou planted'st with thy mighty hand; 9 To make it room, the nations drov'st away; Deep root she took; and soon did she display 10 Her tendrils far, the mountains soon she shades, And like the tow'ring, lofty cedar spreads, 11 Her fruitful boughs she stretches to the sea, To where Euphrates rolls his rapid way. 12 Ah! why does she her broken fences mourn? Why left unto her foes a prey, a scorn? 13 Why lays the cruel boar her branches waste? Why on her blooming fruits the bestials feast? 14 Return, O God, and let thy mercy shine On this thy drooping, desolated vine;; 15 By thee 'twas planted, and by thee grew strong; By thee in all her pride she flourish'd long; 16 But now destroying flames her boughs devour; Laid level with the ground, she blooms no more. 17 Indulgent father, kind assistance send; With thy almighty arm thy vine defend. O let the man, whom long thou didst adorn With pow'r, with honours, now no longer mourn; 18 Restore us life, and we'll thy name adore, And from thy sacred statutes turn no more. 19 All, all our griefs to heal, O Lord, is thine; The clouds disperse, when beams thy light divine. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English