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

3	"Let useful skill our hands forsake; "Our hearts with hopeless sorrow break."
4	"Thou, ruin'd Salem, to our eyes "Each day, in sad remembrance, rise! "Should we e'er cease to feel thy wrongs, "Lost be our joys, and mute our tongues."
5	"Remember, Lord, proud Edom's sons, "Who cried, exulting at our groans, "While Salem trembled at her base, "Rase them : her deep foundations rase."
6	While thus they sung, the mourners view'd Their foes by Cyrus' arm subdu'd, And saw his glory rise, who spread Their streets, and fields, with hosts of dead.
7	Pleas'd, they foresaw, the blest decree, That set their tribes from bondage free; Renew'd the temple, and restored The sacred worship of the Lord.

PSALM 137. Second Part. L.M.
The church's complaint.

1	LORD, in those dark and dismal days, We mourn the hidings of thy face; Proud enemies our path surround, To level Zion with the ground.
2	Her sons, her worship, they deride, And hiss thy word with tongues of pride; And cry, t' insult our humble prayer, "Where is your God, ye Christians, where?"
3	Errors, and sins, and follies grow; Thy saints bow down in deepest woe: Their love decays, their zeal is o'er: And thousands walk with Christ no more.
4	To happier days our bosoms turn; Those days but teach us how to mourn:

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PSALM 137. Second Part. L.M.
The church's complaint. (cont.)

4	The God, who bade his mercy flow, In wrath withdraws his blessing now.
5	The blessing from thy truth's withdrawn; Its quick'ning, saving influ'nce gone: Unwarn'd, unwaken'd, sinners hear, Nor see their awful danger near.
6	In dews unseen, in scanty show'rs, Thy Spirit sheds his healing pow'rs: Thy thirsty ground is parch'd beneath, And all is barrenness, and death.
7	Yet still, thy name be ever blest, On thee our hope shall safely rest: Zion her Saviour soon shall see Array'd to set his Israel free.
8	Jesus, with vengeance arm'd, shall come To crush his foes, and seal their doom; The mystic Babel whelm in dust, Her pomp, her idols, pow'r and trust.
9	Then shall thy saints exult, and sing The matchless glories of their King; Nations before his altar bend, And peace from realm to realm extend.

PSALM 137. Third Part. S.M.
Love to the church.

1	I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,    The house of thine abode; The church our blest Redeemer sav'd    With his own precious blood.
2	I love thy Church, O God!    Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye,    And graven on thy hand.
3	If e'er to bless thy sons    My voice, or hands deny,