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1.

May God his fav'ring ear incline,
And bid his face on Israel shine,
That All thy counsels, Lord, may know,
Where Earth extends, or Oceans flow,
And, thankful, to their wondring eyes
Behold thy wish'd Salvation rise.
To Thee, of life th' eternal Spring,
Invisible, All-potent King,
One chorus let the Nations raise,
One shout of universal praise.

2.

Ye distant Realms your voice employ

1.

Ye Sons of Men, in God rejoice;
Lift in one choir your thankful voice,
And spread through Earth's extended frame
The honour of your Maker's name.

2.

Ye Nations round assembled meet!
Thus let your song his praise repeat;
Eternal Ruler of the skies,
How awful are thy works, how wise!

3.

Thy late obdurate foes behold,
By thy superior strength controul'd,
With flatt'ring lip their homage pay,
And Earth's whole empire own thy sway.

4.

1.

Thee Sion 's praise, O Lord, attends,
To Thee the frequent vow ascends
From each whom Salem 's walls behold
Among her faithful sons inroll'd:
To Thee, whose ready ear the pray'r
Prevents, shall Man's whole race repair:

2.

Behold, their Maker taught to own,
Behold them bow before thy throne,
Amidst them at thy footstool I,
Press'd with a weight of guilt, apply,
Assur'd from Thy free grace to win
The wish'd atonement of my sin.

3.

Blest, who by sweet experience knows,

1.

Thine ear, thou Majesty divine,
Propitious to my pray'r incline,
O hear, my voice in pity hear,
And save my life from hostile fear.

2.

Behold the men of impious mind,
Their pow'rs in secret league combin'd,
With factious rage my soul pursue,
And hide, O hide me from their view.

3.

Behold the slaughter-breathing Throng
Whet as a sword their baleful tongue,
And words, as arrows keen, prepare,
That edg'd with death shall walk the air.

4.

1.

Thou art my God; to Thee my eyes
I lift, e'er yet the dawn arise:
With sacred thirst, O Lord, I burn,
My Heart, my Flesh, thy absence mourn,
As o'er th' unhospitable way
Amidst a barren waste I stray,

2.

Yet here, by heav'nly Wisdom led,
Expectant wait, till o'er my head
Thy beams in mild effulgence play,
And turn my darkness into day;
Those beams which oft my eyes beheld
From Salem 's hallow'd Shrine reveal'd.

3.

Thy Love my lips shall ever tell,

1.

My Soul in God its rest has found;
When various griefs beset me round,
His Love shall sure deliv'rance yield;
By Him through life I walk upheld,
And safe from lapse my course maintain,
Or, falling, instant rise again.

2.

How long, Artificers of ill,
Shall schemes of death employ your skill?
Behold the mischiefs ye intend
Retorted on your heads descend:
Your semblance see yon loosen'd Wall,
Yon Bulwark, nodding to its fall.

3.

Vain are the wiles for Him prepar'd,

1.

Oppress'd with grief, in exile lost,
To Thee from Judah 's utmost coast
My voice, eternal God, I send:
O hear my plaint; my pray'r attend.

2.

High on the rock my footsteps rear;
There let me stand unmov'd, and hear
The storms, that now around me beat,
At distance roll beneath my feet.

3.

Thee, Lord, I seek, whene'er my foes
With dire intent my path inclose,
And own thee in the dang'rous hour
My firmest Hope, my strongest Tow'r.

4.

1.

Repuls'd, dispers'd, chastis'd by Thee,
O grant us, Lord, thy face to see,
And let the People, once thy care,
Again thy fav'ring presence share.

2.

How trembles this divided Land
Beneath the terrors of thy hand!
O Thou, the God whom we adore,
Its breaches heal, its peace restore.

3.

Thy just Decrees to Israel 's eyes
Have bid a scene of sorrow rise,
And to his pallid lips the wine
Of dire Astonishment consign.

4.

Yet see, thy hands a standard rear;

1.

Th' impending storm, my God, assuage;
High o'er the foes, that round me rage,
Exalt me, (soes, whose stubborn mind,
To wrong and violence resign'd,
Thy sacred Laws has long withstood,)
And save me from the Man of blood.

2.

Assembling crouds the deadly snare,
Without my crime, great God, prepare;
Without my crime, in sin allied,
To diff'rent paths their course divide:
O, obvious to my pray'r, arise,
Nor let their guilt escape thine eyes.

3.

1.

Ye whose lips the cause decide,
Say, does Truth your sentence guide?
Are your thoughts by Justice sway'd,
And in Reason's balance weigh'd?
Let your conscious tongues attest
What ye harbour in your breast.

2.

Hearts ye bear, that deep within
Cherish each suggested sin,
While on fierce contention bent
Arts of mischief ye invent,
And the dictates of your will
With remorseless hands fulfil.

3.

From the womb, in error's way
See the infant sinner stray: