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;
He makes thy courts his blest abode,
And claims his honours there.

PSALM 136. First Part.

P. M.

The wonders of Creation, Providence, and Redemption.

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IVE thanks to God most high,
The universal Lord;

The sov'reign King of kings;

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! He form'd the earth and seas, And spread the heav'ns alone. "Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure; "And ever sure abides thy word.” 3 His wisdom fram'd the sun, To crown the day with light; The moon and twinkling stars, 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;

And thence his chosen tribes
With joy and glory led.

"Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure;
"And ever sure abides thy word."

5 His pow'r and lifted rod 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 all his host he drown'd,

And brought his Israel safe Thro' a long desert ground. "Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure; "And ever sure abides thy word."

7 The kings of Canaan fell

Beneath his dreadful hand;

While his own servants took
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. "Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure; "And ever sure abides thy word."

9 He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe,

From Satan, sin, and death,

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;

And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.

cc Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure;
“And ever sure abides thy word."

PSALM 136.

Second Part. L. M.

Praise ye the Lord.

IVE to our God immortal praise,

G Mercy and truth are all his ways:

Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown. 2 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high: He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night. 3 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land: He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within.

4 He sent his Son with pow'r to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: "Wonders of grace to God belong, "Repeat his mercies in your song."

5 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly seat:

66 His mercies ever shall endure, "When this vain world shall be no more." PSALM 137. First Part. L. M.

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The sorrows of Israel in captivity.
Y Babel's stream the captives sate,
And wept for Zion's hapless fate:
Useless their harps on willows hung,
While foes requir❜d a sacred song.

2 With taunting voice, and scornful eye, "Sing us a song of heav'n," they cry: "While foes deride our God, and King, "How can we tune our harps or sing?" 3 "If Zion's woes our hearts forget, "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,

And saw his glory rise, who spread Their streets, and fields, with hosts of dead. 7 Pleas'd, they foresaw the blest decree, That set their tribes from bondage free; Renew'd the temple, and restor❜d The sacred worship of the Lord.

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PSALM 137. Second Part. L. M.
The church's complaint.

ORD, in those dark and dismal days,
We mourn the hidings of thy face;

Proud enemies our path surround,
To level Zion with the ground.

2 Her sons, her worship, they deride,
And hiss thy word with tongues of pride,

And cry, t' 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: Their love decays, their zeal is o'er; 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.

5 The blessing from thy truth's withdrawn;
Its quick'ning, saving influ'nce gone:
Unwarn'd, unwaken'd, sinners hear,
Nor see their awful danger near.

6 In dews unseen, in scanty show'rs,
Thy Spirit sheds his healing pow'rs;
Thy thirsty ground is parch'd beneath,
And all is barrenness, and death.

7 Yet still, thy name be ever blest,
On thee our hope shall safely rest:
Zion her Saviour soon shall see
Array'd to set his Israel free.

8 Jesus, with vengeance arm'd, shall come
To crush his foes, and seal their doom;
The mystic Babel whelm in dust,
Her pomp, her idols, pow'r and trust.

9 Then shall thy saints exult, and sing
The matchless glories of their King;
Nations before his altar bend,

And peace from realm to realm extend.