"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,

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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.

PSALM 137. Second Part. L. M.

Church in distress, seeking God.

1 LORD, 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5 The blessing from thy truth's withdrawn;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.

PSALM 137.

Third Part. S. M.

Love for the Church.

LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode;

The church our blest Redeemer sav'd
With his own precious blood.
2 I love thy Church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
3 If e'er to bless thy sons
My voice, or hands deny,

These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her woe,
Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,
And ev'ry grief o'erflow.

5 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
Till toils and cares shall end.
6 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heav'nly ways;
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,
Our Saviour, and our King,
Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe
Shall great deliv'rance bring.

8 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n
The brightest glories, earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heav'n.

PSALM 138. L. M.

Praise for deliverance.

1 WITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song:

Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 Angels, that make thy church their care,
Shall witness my devotion there;
While holy zeal directs mine eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies.
3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;

Not all thy works and names below So much thy pow'r and glory show. 4 To God I cried when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes; He did my rising fears control,

And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul.
5 The God of heav'n maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great;
But from his throne descends, to see
The sons of humble poverty.

6 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand:
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows and from sins:
The work, that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

PSALM 139. First Part. L. M.
The omniscience and omnipresence of God.
HOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down:

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My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.
2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent;
My yet unutter'd words' intent.

3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

4 O! could I so perfidious be,

To think of once deserting thec,

Where, Lord, could I thy influ'nce shun? Or whither from thy presence run? 5 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light: If down to hell's infernal plains, "Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 6 If I the morning wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive.

7 Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the sable wings of night;
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.

8 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way,
As in the blazing noon of day.

9 "O may these thoughts possess my breast,
"Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
"Nor let my weaker passions dare
"Consent to sin; for God is there."

PSALM 139. Second Part. C. M.
The wisdom of God in the formation of man.

1 WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand.

And all my frame survey;

Lord, 'tis thy work; I own, thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest,
Where unborn nature grew:

Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd
The growth of every part;