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PSALM 136. First Part. P.M.
The wonders of Creation, Providence, and Redemption. (cont.)

5	And for his people made    A wondrous passage through. "His pow'r and grace are still the same; "And let his name have endless praise."
6	But cruel Pharaoh there,    With all his host he drown'd,    And brought his Israel safe    Thro' a long desert ground. "Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure; "And ever sure abides thy word."
7	The kings of Canaan fell    Beneath his dreadful hand;    While his own servants took    Possession of their land. "His pow'r and grace are still the same; "And let his name have endless praise."
8	He saw the nations lie    All perishing in sin;    And pitied the sad state    The ruin'd world was in. "Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure; "And ever sure abides thy word."
9	He sent his only Son    To save us from our woe,    From Satan, sin, and death,    And ev'ry hurtful foe, "His pow'r and grace are still the same; "And let his name have endless praise."
10	Give thanks aloud to God,    To God the heav'nly king;    And let the spacious earth    His works and glories sing. "Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure; "And ever more abides thy word."

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PSALM 136. Second Part. L.M.
Praise ye the Lord.

1	GIVE to our God immortal praise; Mercy and truth are all his ways: Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown.
2	He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high: He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night.
3	The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land: He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within.
4	He sent his Son with pow'r to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: "Wonders of grace to God belong, "Repeat his mercies in your song."
5	Thro' this vain world he guides our feet And leads us to his heav'nly seat: "His mercies ever shall endure, "When this vain world shall be no more."

PSALM 137. First Part. L.M.
The sorrows of Israel in captivity.

1	BY Babel's stream the captives sate, And wept for Zion's hapless fate: Useless, their harps on willows hung, While foes requir'd a sacred song.
2	With taunting voice, and scornful eye, "Sing us a song of heav'n," they cry: "While foes deride our God, and King, "How can we tune our harps or sing?"
3	"If Zion's woes our hearts forget, "Or cease to mourn for Israel's fate,