• God is my soul's eternal Rock, p 5 Behold, the sinners who remove o My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, น Reading. L. M. Geneva. Babylon. [b] V. 22, 3, 6, 17-20. The Prosperity of Sinners cursed. e 1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked, plac'd on high, D 2 But, oh, their end-their dreadful end! On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, d3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, d There they may stand, with haughty eyes, Are but a preface to their plagues. 1 S. M. Aylesbury. [b] The Mystery of Providence unfolded. SURE there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain ; Though men of vice may boast aloud, 2 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 Through all their life oppression reigns, 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme Their malice blasts the good man's name, 6 But I, with flowing tears, 7 The tumults of my thought Till to thy house my feet were brought, 8 Thy word, with light and power I view'd the sinners' lives before, p 9 On what a slipp'ry steep The thoughtless wretches go! a And, oh, 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 powers are thine. PSALM 74. C. M. Wantage. [*] The Church in Affliction, pleading with God. TILL God for ever cast us off? 1 W His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? e 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; e 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 power. 5 How are the seats of worship broke! 6 With flames they threaten to destroy 7 And still, to heighten our distress, 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, There's not a soul amongst us knows PAUSE. P 9 How long, eternal God, how long 10 [Canst thou for ever sit and hear And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thy hand?] 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown, In ages long before! And now, no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 [Thou didst divide the raging sea, By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way 13 is not the world of nature thine- Didst thou not bid the morning shine, 14 Hath not thy power form'd ev'ry coast, 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust Will not that hand which form'd them first, Avenge thine injur'd name?] 16 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. e 17 [Our foes would triumph in our blood, PSALM 75. L. M. Blendon. [*] Power and Government from God alone. To thee we bring our thankful praise. O thee, most Holy and most High, Thy works declare thy name is nighThy works of wonder and of grace. 2 [To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons 5 Such honours never come by chance, 6 No vain pretence to royal birth, Now shall the Lord exalt the just PSALM 76. C. M. Bedford. [*] 1 IN And Zion was his seat. 2 [Among the praises of his saints, o 3 From Zion went his dreadful word, e 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else, But mighty hills of prey? -The hill on which JEHOVAH dwells, Is glorious more than they. 5 ['Twas Zion's King that stopp'd the breath, Of captatus and their bands: The men of might slept fast in death, d 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, Who knows the terrour of thy rod! • 7 What power can stand before his sight, |