5 Such honours never come by chance, Altered from WATIS. PSALM LXXVI. Common Metre. God's guardian Care of his People. 1 IN Judah, God of old was known, His name in Israel great; In Salem stood his sacred throne, 2 From Sion went his dreadful word, or b 3 What are the earth's wide kingdom's else But mighty hills of prey? The hill on which Jehovah dwells, Is glorious more than they. 4 What power can stand before thy sight, When heaven shines round with dreadful [light, 5 When God, by his own sovereign grace, The wrath of man shall work his praise, PSALM LXXVII. WATTS. Common Metre. b Comfort derived from ancient Providences. 1 WHEN overwhelm'd with pain and grief, Beneath thy chastening rod; Depriv'd of comfort and relief, We look to thee, our God. 2 Wilt thou for ever cast us off? 3 But faith forbids this hopeless thought, 4 Long did the sons of Jacob lie, 5 In thine own way, thy chosen sheep Must venture through the parted deep, 6 Strange was their journey through the sea, A path before unknown! Terrors attend their wondrous way, 7 Though trackless waves of ocean hide Thy footsteps from our sight; We'll follow where thy hand shall guide, For thou will lead us right. Altered from WATTS. PSALM LXXVIII. First Part. C. M. or b Let the instructions of my mouth Dark oracles, but understood, 3 Which we from sacred registers 4 Let children learn the mighty deeds 5 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, May teach them to their heirs. 6 Thus shall they learn, in God alone That they may ne'er forget his works, TATE and WATTS. PSALM LXXVIII. Second Part. C. M. Ver. 19,,20. * or b A Table in the Wilderness. 1 PARENT of universal good, We own thy bounteous hand; Which did so rich a table spread,* Ev'n in a desert land. 2 Struck by thy power, the flinty rocks The feather'd wanderers of the air, 3 From pregnant clouds, at thy command, And by light drops of pearly dew 4 Supported thus, thine Israel march'd, 5 Are all thy stores exhausted now? That faith should languish in our breast, And anxious care prevail? 6 Ye base unworthy fears begone, For we deserve our Father's rod, PSALM LXXIX. DODDRIDGE. Long Metre. b The Devastation of War. 1 BEHOLD, O God, how cruel foes Our peaceful heritage invade; Their lawless tribute they impose, 3 How long, O Lord, shall we endure? Altered from BARLOW. PSALM LXXX. Long Metre. The Vineyard of God laid waste. 1 GREAT Shepherd of thine Israel, Did not thy power defend it round, b |