From North to South the princes meet, b 5 People and realms, of every tongue, o 6 Blessings abound, where'er he reigns; And all the sons of want are blest. -7 (Where he displays his healing pow'r, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. g 8 Let ev'ry creature rise-and bring Angels descend with songs again, PSALM 73. C. M. FIRST PART. [*] N 2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive, 3 With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes, Against the heav'ns their slanders rise, 4 In vain I lift my hands to pray, For I am chasten'd all the day, 5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints; 'And grieve the men I love.' 6 But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe ; Till I retir'd to search thy word, 7 There, as in some prophetic glass, High mounted on a slipp'ry place, 8 I heard the wretch profanely boast; His honours in a dream are lost, 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was? 10 Yet I was kept from full despair, That blessed hand that broke the snare, C. M. SECOND PART. Ver. 23-28. 1 G St. Ann's. [*] God our Portion, here and hereafter. OD, my Supporter, and my Hope, Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, e 3 Were I in heav'n without my God, And whilst this earth is my abode, e 4 What if the springs of life were broke, o God is my soul's eternal Rock, Can save them when they cry." -6 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; o My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. น L. M. Geneva. Babylon. [b] Reading. Ver.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, In pride, and robes of honour, shine? p 2 But, oh, their end-their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. d 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, d There they may stand with haughty eyes, 1 S. M. Aylesbury. [b] The Mystery of Providence unfolded. Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine; While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Thro' all their life oppression reigns, 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme Their malice blasts the good man's name, 7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense; 'Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence. 9 Thy word with light and pow'r, 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! e 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine; -I call my God my portion now; And all my pow'rs are thine. PSALM 74. C. M. Wantage. [*] The Church, in Affliction, pleading with God. WILL God forever cast us off? 1 W His wrath forever 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. o 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 pow'r. 5 How are the seats of worship broke! 6 With flames, they threaten to destroy 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 forever sit and hear e 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 To make thy tribes a wond'rous way, |