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Israel saved, and the Assyrians destroyed; or, GOD's Vengenace against his Enemies proceeds from his Church

Appears in 41 hymnals Topics: Isreal saved from the Assyrians First Line: In Judah, GOD of old was known Lyrics: 1 In Judah, GOD of old was known; His Name in Isr'el great; In Salem stood his holy Throne, And Sion was his Seat. 2 Among the Praises of his Saints His Dwelling there he chose; There he receiv'd their just Complaints Against their haughty Foes. 3 From Sion went his dreadful Word, And broke the threat'ning Spear, The Bow, the Arrow, and the Sword, And crush'd th' Assyrian war. 4 What are the Earth's wide Kingdoms else But mighty Hills of Prey; The Hill on which Jehovah dwells, Is glorious more than they. 5 'Twas Sion's King that stopp'd the Breath Of Captains and their Bands; The Men of Might slept fast in Death, And never found their Hands. 6 At thy Rebuke, O Jacob's GOD, Both Horse and Chariot fell: Who knows the Terrors of thy Rod? Thy Vengeance who can tell? 7 What Pow'r can stand before thy Sight, When once thy Wrath appears? When Heav'n shines round with dreadful Light, The Earth lies still and fears. 8 When GOD, in his own sov'reign Ways Comes down to save th' Opprest, The Wrath of Man shall work his Praise, And he'll restrain the rest. 7 [Vow to the Lord, and Tribute bring, Ye Princes, fear his frown; His Terror shakes the proudest King, And cuts an Army down. 10 The Thunder of his sharp Rebuke Our haughty Foes shall feel; For Jacob's GOD hath not forsook But dwells in Sion still.] Scripture: Psalm 76

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Appears in 54 hymnals Topics: Isreal saved from Egypt, and brought to Canaan First Line: To GOD I cry'd with mournful Voice Lyrics: 1 To GOD I cry'd with mournful Voice, I sought his gracious Ear, In the sad Day, when Troubles rose, And filled the Night with Fear. 2 Sad were my Days, and dark my Nights, My Soul refus'd Relief; I thought on GOD the Just and Wise, But Thoughts increas'd my Grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My Heart began to break; My GOD, thy Wrath forbad my Rest, And kept my Eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming Sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy Judgments o'er. 5 I call'd back Years and ancient Times When I beheld thy Face; My Spirit search'd for secret Crimes That might with-hold thy Grace. 6 I call'd thy Mercies to my Mind Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His Face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off? His Promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender Love? Shall Anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless Thought; This dark despairing Frame, Rememb'ring what thy Hand hath wrought; Thy Hand is still the same. 9 I'll think again of all thy Ways, And talk thy Wonders o'er; Thy Wonders of recov'ring Grace, When Flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwells with Justice on the Throne; And Men that love thy Word Have in thy Sanctuary known The Counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77

Colonies planted; or, Nations blest and punished: a Psalm for New-England

Appears in 32 hymnals Topics: Isreal punished and pardoned; Isreal saved from Egypt, and brought to Canaan; Isreal Travels in the Wilderness First Line: When God provok'd with daring Crimes Lyrics: 1 When God provok'd with daring Crimes, Scourges the Madness of the Times, He turns their Fields to barren Sand, And dries the Rivers from the Land. 2 His Word can raise the Springs again, And make the wither'd Mountains green, Send show'ry Blessings from the Skies, And Harvests in the Desarts rise. 3 [Where nothing dwelt but Beasts of Prey, Or Men as fierce and wild as they, He bids th' Opprest and Poor repair, And builds them Towns and Cities there. 4 They sow the Fields, and Trees they plant, Whose yearly Fruit supplies their Want; Their Race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their Wealth increases with their Flocks. 5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin, He lets the heathen Nations in; A savage Crew invades their Lands, Their Princes die by barb'rous Hands. 6 Their captive Sons expos'd to Scorn, Wander unpity'd and forlorn; The Country lies unfenc'd, untill'd, And Desolation spreads the Field. 7 Yet if the humbled Nation mourns, Again his dreadful Hand he turns; Again he makes their Cities thrive, And bids the dying Churches live.] 8 The Righteous, with a joyful Sense, Admire the Works of Providence; And Tongues of Atheists shall no more Blaspheme the GOD that Saints adore. 9 How few with pious Care record These wond'rous dealings of the Lord; But wise Observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just, and kind. Scripture: Psalm 107