22 His wond'rous works in land of Ham, To their remembrance never came; Nor all the pow'r he did difplay, In dreadful acts, at yon Red Sea. 23 Therefore he said, he would deftroy Those rebels, and his fword would cloy With drinking their degen'rate blood; If Mofes had not for them stood: Mofes was chofen, by his grace, To fill the Mediator's place; He ftood before him in the breach, Before his wrath could Ifra'l reach; He acted th' interceffor's part, And spoke Meffiah's very heart: Meffiah only was their Lord, And Mofes only fpake his word. 24 But they defpifed both the Lord, And Mofes who proclaim'd his word; For they defpis'd the pleafant land, And faid, His promife would not stand: 25 Murm'ring, and deaf unto the Lord, They difbeliev'd and scorn'd his word: 26 'Therefore he lifted up his hand,

T'o'erthrow them in the defert land; 27 To make their haughty fpirits fall,

And scatter them through nations all. 28 To bafe Baal-peor's fhame they fell, And facrific'd to fouls in hell.

29 Thus, with their lewd inventions ill, They rous'd his wrath against them still; And then, with hot confuming ire, The plague brake in on them like fire: 30 Till Phineas rofe, and Zimri flew ; And forthwith then the plague withdrew: 31 And that was reckon'd evermore, For righteoufnefs, to Phineas' fcore.

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32 And at the waters, where they ftrove,
To anger they provok'd his love;
So that with Mofes it went ill,
Because of their most wayward will:
33 For they provok'd his fpirit fo,
That unawares from him did flow
Words unadvifed, in the ftrile,
For which the Lord cut fhort his life.
34 The nations they deftroyed not,
Concerning whom a charge they got;
35 But, mingling with the heathen, they
Did learn their evil works and way.
36 They ferv'd their idol gods, which were
To them, and to their feed, a fnare:
Their fons and daughters, tender names!
They threw to deviis 'midst the flames.
38 The very blood of their own fons
And daughters, heedlefs of their groans,
They poured out to ev'ry god,

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And fill'd the land with guiltless blood.
39 Thus, by their own device defil'd,
With bafe inventions lewd and wild,
They went a-whoring from the Lord,
And fell by his devouring fword:

40 His wrath upon them burft abroad;
'The rebels were abhorr'd of God:
41 He gave them to the heathens fword,
Who his inheritance devour'd.
42 He brought them under bondage vile,
And all their haters laugh'd the while;
Their foes opprefs'd them grievously,
And gall'd their hearts with cruelty.
43 He many times deliver'd them,

And ftill they turned to their fhame,
And mov'd him with their counfels fo,
That in his wrath he brought them low.
44 Yet,

44 Yet, ne'ertheless, he heard their cry,
When fore opprefs'd with mifery:
45 And then deliver'd them again,
Because his mercy did remain.
46 He made them to be pitied"
Of all who had them captive led,
And they obtained favour great
In ev'ry kingdom and estate.
47 Save us, and gather us, O God,
From 'mong the nations all abroad;
To triumph in thy holy name,"
And gratefully thy praise proclaim.
48 Blefs'd be Jehovah, Ifra'l's God,
Who ruleth all the world abroad;
Let all the people fay, Amen;
And ever praise Meffiah's reign.

GIVING thanks always for all things unto God and our Father, in the name of the Lord Jesus • Chrift.' See Pfal. xxxiii.

O, to the Lord, that men would give,
As all the faints of God will do,
Unto the Lord by whom we live,
The just returns of glory due!

10 Give

ye thanks unto the Lord,
For he is good and gracious;
His mercies ftand upon record,
For ever fure and plenteous.

2 Let God's redeem'd fay fo, whom he

From death's devouring jaws hath freed,

And gather'd out from fea to fea,.

Eaft, weft, fouth, north, a chofen feed.

3 Thro' waste and howling wilderness,

They flray'd and roam'd for an abode; But never found a refting-place,

Until they found their reft in God: 4 No city was for them allow'd, In all their defert pathless way; That they might fojourn, as they should, Pilgrims and ftrangers all their day: 5. With thirst and hunger pained fore,

Their fainting fouls would often fail; 6 And then they would the Lord implore, Who foon forbade them more to wail: 7 He led them forth by proper ways, That they might to a city go,. Where all their pray'rs fhould turn to praise, And they no more mutation know.—

8 O men, if ye your duty knew,

And obligations to your God,

To render him the glory due,

For all his love on you bestow'd!
For he it is who fills the foul,

The longing foul, with joy and good;
Who doth the fiercest pangs controul;
When gnawing hunger calls for food.
10 See how the fons of darknefs mourn,

And low'r beneath the wing of death,
Bound in affliction's heavy iron,

Still dreading more impending wrath! 11 Becaufe they haughtily rebell'd

Against the counfel of their God,
And all his words in contempt held,
He fmote them with his iron rod.

12 He brought their heart down very low,
With labour, pain, and grievous toil;
They look'd around for help, and, lo,
There was no eye on them to fmile:

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13 They then began to think on God;
They call'd upon his name amain;
He heard them, and remov'd his rod,
Then pluck'd their foul from death and pain.
14 For darkness, light around them fhone,
Their bands at once afunder flew;
Death's fhadow, in a moment gone,
Evanish'd ere their fouls well knew-

15 O men, if ye your duty knew,
And obligations to your God,
To render him the glory due,

For all his love on you bestow'd!
16 For he hath burst the gates of brass,
And broke the iron bars in twain;
That death and hell away might pass,
With fin and forrow in their train.
17 Because of their tranfgreffion, fools,
Who tread the paths of fin and fhame,
Whom Satan makes his filly tools,

Muft mourn in anguish for the same: 18 Their fouls abhor all kind of food,

And they draw near the gates of death; 19 To God they lift their voice aloud,

And be reftores again their breath: 20 He fent his word and healed them,

When with distress their hearts did bleed; His inftantaneous mercy came,

And them from dire destruction freed.--

21 O men, if ye your duty knew,
And obligations to your God,
To render him the glory due,
For all his love on you beftow'd!

22 O do ye facrifices being,

Your facrifice of joy and praife;
Yourselves prefent before your King,
And fing of all his wondrous ways..
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