These hands let useful skill forsake, This voice in silence die. 4 For her my tears shall fall; To her my cares and toil be given, 5 Beyond my highest joy, I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Ở Sure as thy truth shall last, 137 To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, PSALM 137, 10s. The captive Tribes. aff 1 A LONG the banks where Babel's current flows, The captive bands in deep despondence strayed; While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose, > Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead. mf 2 The tuneful harp that once with joy they strung, When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay, Was now in silence on the willows hung, p mf While growing grief prolonged the tedious day. 3 Their proud oppressors, to increase their woe, 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 bands the sacred anthems raise ? "O hapless Salem! God's terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise!mp 5 "If e'er my mem'ry lose thy lovely name, If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame, My hand shall perish, and my voice shall cease." f Λ 138 PSALM 138, L. M. Praise for divine Protection. f 1 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. mp 2 To God I cried, when troubles rose: He heard me, and subdued my foes; He did my rising fears control, mf m f And strength diffused through all my soul. Upheld and guarded by thy hand; 139 mp M mp 1 PSALM 139, First Part, L. M. The Omniscience of God. LORD! thou hast searched and seen me through: Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. He knows the words I mean to speak, 4 Oh! may these thoughts possess my breast, 139 mp 1 PSALM 139, Second Part, L. M. YOULD I so false, so faithless COULD prove, To quit thy service and thy love, mf 2 If up to heaven I take my flight, T' is there thou dwellest enthroned in light; mp Or plunge to hell,-there justice reigns, 4 Or, should I try to shun thy sight, mp 5 Oh! may these thoughts possess my breast, 7 139 m PSALM 139, Third Part, L. M. 1 'TWAS thyha curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, 3 I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, 4 These on my heart are still impressed; How PSALM 139, L. M., 6 Lines. God, good and omniscient. OW precious are thy thoughts of peace, They were, they are, and yet shall come, In number, and in compass more f 2 Search me, O God! and know my heart, 139 af 1 m mf 1 PSALM 139, First Part, C. M. IN all my vast concerns with thee, To shun thy presence, Lord! or flee 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My public walks, my private ways, 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 4 Oh! wondrous knowledge, deep and high, 5 So let thy grace surround me still, 139 To guard my soul from every ill, PSALM 139, Second Tart, C. M. mp 1 LORD! where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? mp VA In hell they meet thy dreadful fire- 2 Should I suppress my vital breath, Thy voice would break the bars of death, f" 3 If, winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, mp тр mf Thy hand, which must support my flight, 4 If, o'er my sins, I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes, that guard thy law, M 5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 139 Oh! may I ne'er provoke that power, PSALM 139, Third Part, C. M. 1 LORD! when I count thy mercies o'er, Not all the sands, that spread the shore, 2 My flesh, with fear and wonder, stands, And hourly blessings, from thy hands, 3 These on my heart by night I keep; 139 mf 1 len " mp m m Oh! may the hour, that ends my sleep, PSALM 139, C. M., 6 Lines. God spiritually present. EYOND, beyond that boundless sea, Farther than thought itself can flee, Yet dear the awful thought to me, 2 Art nigh, and yet my lab'ring mind Thee in these works of power to find, Thy messenger-the stormy wind; ƒ" 3 These speak of thee with loud acclaim; They thunder forth thy praise, |