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PSALM 78. Second Part. C.M.
Israel's rebellion and punishment. (cont.)
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What dreadful tokens of his might
Spread o'er the stubborn land!
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They saw him cleave the mighty sea,
And march'd in safety through,
With wat'ry walls to guard their way,
'Till they had 'scap'd the foe.
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A wond'rous pillar mark'd the road,
Compos'd of shade and light;
By day it prov'd a shelt'ring cloud,
A leading fire by night.
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He from the rock their thirst supplied;
The gushing waters fell;
And ran in rivers by their side,
A constant miracle.
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Yet they provok'd the Lord most high,
And dar'd distrust his hand:
"Can he with bread our host supply
"Amidst this desert land?"
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The Lord with indignation heard,
And caus'd his wrath to flame:
His terrors ever stand prepar'd
To vindicate his name.
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PSALM 78. Third Part. C.M.
Israel punished for intemperance.
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WHEN Israel sinn'd, the Lord reprov'd,
And fill'd their hearts with dread;
Yet he forgave the tribes he lov'd,
And sent them heav'nly bread.
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He fed them with a lib'ral hand,
And made his treasures known;
He gave the midnight clouds command
To pour provision down.
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The manna like a morning show'r,
Lay thick around their feet:
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Israel punished for intemperance. (cont.)
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The corn of heav'n, so light, so pure,
As tho' 'twere angel's meat.
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But they in murm'ring language said,
"Manna is all our feast:
"We loathe this light, this airy bread;
"We must have flesh to taste.'
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"Ye shall have flesh to please your lust,"
The Lord in wrath replied;
And sent them quails, like sand or dust,
Heap'd up from side to side.
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He gave them all their own desire;
And, greedy as they fed,
His vengeance burnt with secret fire,
And smote the rebels dead.
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When some were slain, the rest return'd,
And sought the Lord with tears;
Under the rod they fear'd and mourned,
But soon forgot their fears.
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Oft he chastis'd and still forgave:
Till, by his gracious hand,
The nation, he resolv'd to save,
Possess'd the promis'd land.
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PSALM 79. L.M.
Complaint of the church against enemies.
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BEHOLD! O God, what cruel foes,
Thy peaceful heritage invade:
Thy holy temple stands defil'd;
In dust thy sacred walls are laid.
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Wide o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood,
Thy people fall'n in death remain:
The fowls of heav'n their flesh devour;
And savage beasts divide the slain.
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Th' insulting foes with impious rage,
Reproach thy children to their face:
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