Part 31 (1/2)

2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer's blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood.

3 Lift up thy feet and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; 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 wors.h.i.+p broke!

They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their nest; ”Come let us burn at once (they cry) The temple and the priest.”

7 And still to heighten our distress Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone.

8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, But all the seers mourn; There's not a soul amongst us knows The time of thy return.

PAUSE.

9 How long, eternal G.o.d, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme?

Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame?

10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy Name profan'd?

And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand?

11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before!

And now no other G.o.d we own, No other G.o.d adore.

12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight.

13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day?

Didst thou not bid the morning s.h.i.+ne, And mark the sun his way?

14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer's heat and winter's frost, In their perpetual rounds?

15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred power blaspheme?

Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd Name?

16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy mourning dove.

17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thy own cause, almighty G.o.d!

And give thy children rest.

Psalm 75.

Power and government from G.o.d alone.

Applied to the glorious Revolution by King William, or the happy Accession of King George to the Throne.

1 To thee, most holy, and most high, To thee, we bring our thankful praise; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace.