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1.

A Race by God unblest who rear,
A fruitless toil sustain;
If God to shield the Town forbear,
The Watchman wakes in vain.

2.

Why rise Ye early, late take rest,
And eat the bread of care?
The balm of sleep, his gift confest,
His Children only share.

3.

Know too thy Sons, that round the stand,
A gift by Him prepar'd;
Nor arrows in the Giant's hand

1.

Is this a Dream? amaz'd we cried,
When, led by their celestial Guide,
Fair Sion 's captive Tribes again
Beheld her late deserted plain:
Then forth to laughter burst each tongue,
And songs of loudest triumph sung.

2.

The Nations round, with secret awe,
The mighty work admiring saw;
And, " Great (they cried,) the Gift bestow'd
" On These, the favour'd of their God! "
" O, great the Gift! " Our hearts rejoin,
And joyful bless the hand divine.

3.

1.

They, who with holy confidence,
Trust in the Lord for their defence,
Secur'd by his protecting hand,
Shall stedfast as Mount Sion stand,
That, proof to Ages, meets the skies,
And, fix'd, each adverse shock defies.

2.

Behold fair Salem 's hallow'd ground,
By shadowing hills encompass'd round;
Thy presence thus, great God, we trace
Incircling Jacob 's chosen Race:
Nor distant times shall see thy Love
Its blessings from thy Saints remove.

3.

1.

Had God abandon'd from his care
Our cause, when adverse hosts to war
Uprose; had God, may Israel say,
Our cause abandon'd, in the day
When o'er the plain their troops were pour'd,
Our tribes their fury had devour'd;


2.

Down we had sunk; and o'er our head
The swelling floods their waves had spread:
Down we had sunk; but blest be God,
Whose arm the timely help bestow'd,
And, each invader chas'd away,
Snatch'd from their jaws th' expected prey.

3.

1.

To Thee, above the starry spheres
Inthron'd, his look thy suppliant rears:
As tow'rds their Lord the menial Band,
As Maidens tow'rds their Mistress' hand
Observant cast th' expecting eye,
So lift we ours, great God, on high,
Till Thou thy mercy shalt display,
And chase these clouds of grief away.

2.

Enough thy People, Lord, have borne
Of insult keen, and hostile scorn:
O let thy clemency divine
Conspicuous in our rescue shine,
And hear, in pity hear, the sighs

1.

The festal Morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd Dome,
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing step thy Courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.

2.

Ev'n now to our transported eyes
Fair Sion 's tow'rs in prospect rise;
Within her gates we stand,
And, loft in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy Sons unite
In friendship's firmest band.

3.

1.

Lo! from the Hills my help descends;
To Them I lift mine eyes:
My strength on Him alone depends,
Who form'd the Earth and Skies.

2.

He, ever watchful, ever nigh,
Forbids thy feet to slide;
Nor sleep nor slumber seals the eye
Of Israel 's Guard and Guide.

3.

He at thy hand, array'd in might,
His shield shall o'er thee spread;
Nor Sun by day, nor Moon by night,

1.

To God I cried, with anguish stung,
Nor form'd a fruitless pray'r.
O save me from the lying tongue,
And lips that would insnare.

2.

Thou Child of Guilt, to falsehood bred,
Say, what shall be thine end?
See keenest arrows o'er thy head,
And quenchless coals, impend.

3.

Ah! Woe is Me, to Mesech 's seat
And Kedar 's tents confin'd;
Perpetual insult doom'd to meet

ALEPH .

1.

How blest, who Thee, great God, obey,
And stedfast walk th' all-perfect way!
How blest, whose hearts with will intire
Thy presence seek, Almighty Sire;
Whose feet thy guidance own; whose mind
Has each nefarious act declin'd.

2.

Thy voice has charg'd us to fulfil
The dictates of thy heav'nly Will;
Such, Lord, thy charge; and O may I
Attentive to the task apply,
Trust in thy Aid, thy Works record,
And mark the Precepts of thy Word.

3.

1.

Lift your voice, and thankful sing
Praises to your heav'nly King;
For his Mercies far extend,
And his Bounty knows no end.

2.

Israel , thy Creator bless,
And with joyous tongue confess,
That his Mercies far extend,
And his Bounty knows no end.

3.

Aaron , let thy chosen Line
Grateful in th' avowal join,
That his Mercies far extend,
And his Bounty knows no end.

4.

Ye who make his Will your care,
With assenting voice declare,