Chorus.

5 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth,
His works and glories sing.

Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure
Shall still endure;

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Abides thy word.

Savannah.

FIRST PART. 10s.

Lamenting the Desolations of Zion.

1 ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows, Our captive bands in deep despondence strayed, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,

Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead. 2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung, When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay, In mournful silence-on the willows hung,

And growing grief prolonged the tedious day. mf 113 Our hard oppressors, to increase our wo,

With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim; Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow, While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name. mp 4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown, Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise ?O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory-sacred mount of praise ;

5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,

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If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame :
My hand shall perish >and my voice shall cease.

SECOND PART. L. M.

Sunderland.

1 WHEN we, our wearied limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept-with doleful thoughts oppressed,
And Zion was our mournful theme.

2 Our harps, that, when with joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings, neglected hung,
On willow trees that withered there.

3 How shall we tune our voice to sing,
Or touch our harps with skilful hands?
Shall hymns of joy, to God our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
4 O Salem, our once happy seat!
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The tuneful strings with art to move.

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Eternal silence seize iny tongue;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deliverance is my song.

THIRD PART. L. M.

1 WHY, on the bending willows hung,
Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string?-
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?

2 Awake!-thy sweetest raptures raise;
Let harp and voice unite their strains:
Thy promised King his sceptre sways;
Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns!

-3 No taunting foes the song require:

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No strangers mock thy captive chain:
But friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands thy triumph share:
A heavenly city claims thy song;
A brighter Salem rises there.

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- 5 By foreign streams no longer roam;
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood: I
In every clime behold a home,
In every temple see thy God.

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FOURTH PART. S. M.

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1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, «Ye “f{{i•ན་ཎྜི་ཁྱོན
The house of thine abode, wall
The church, our blest Redeemer saved
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.

P3 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion-solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, thou friend divine,

Our Saviour, and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe,
Shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

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Praise for divine Protection.

Brewer.

f1 WITH all my powers 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.

P 2 To God I cried, when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdued my foes;
He did my rising fears control,

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3 Amid a thousand snares I stand,

Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

f4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all the works and names below,
So much thy power and glory show.

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Omniscience and Omnipresence of God.

Lynn

1 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me thro' Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known:

He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand,
On every side I find thy hand:

Awake-asleep-at home-abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

4 Amazing knowledge!-vast and great!
What large extent!-what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

Aff 5 Oh 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.

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SECOND PART. L. M.

Bath.

1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceived by me.

2 Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To leave thy service, and thy love-
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?

3 If up to heaven I take my flight,

"Tis there thou dwell'st, enthroned in light;
Or sink to hell's infernal plains,
"Tis there almighty vengeance reigns.

4 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.

5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Through midnight shades thou find'st thy way,
As in the blazing noon of day.

Af 6 Search, O my God! my thoughts and heart,
If mischief lurks in any part;
Correct me, where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.

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THIRD PART. L. M.

God our Creator and Preserver.

Bath.

1 'TWAS from thy hand, my God, I came,
A work of such a curious frame:
In me thy fearful wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy skill divine.

2 Great God, my feeble nature pays
linmortal tribute to thy praise;
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of numbers to recount.

3 These on my heart are still impressed;
With these I give mine eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find

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God and his love possess my mind.

FOURTH PART. C. M.

Dundee

Omniscience and Omnipresence of God.

Aff 1 IN all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try

To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks-my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.