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PSALM LX.

Repuls'd, dispers'd, chastis'd by Thee,
O grant us, Lord, thy face to see,
And let the People, once thy care,
Again thy fav'ring presence share.
How trembles this divided Land
Beneath the terrors of thy hand!
O Thou, the God whom we adore,
Its breaches heal, its peace restore.
Thy just Decrees to Israel's eyes
Have bid a scene of sorrow rise,
And to his pallid lips the wine
Of dire Astonishment consign.
Yet see, thy hands a standard rear;
Beneath it Each, who owns thy fear,
Engag'd in Truth's neglected cause,
His sword, secure of conquest, draws.
Such, objects of thy tend'rest Love,
Defend propitious from above;
Let Me with Them thy Mercy share,
And hear, O hear, my ceaseless pray'r.
God with an Oath his purpose seals;
My hand with joy his word fulfills:
Behold me Sichem's plain divide;
My line, to Succoth's vale applied,
Its bound describes; Thee mine I see,
O Gilead, and, Manasses, Thee.
Thou, Ephraim, art my strong defence,
Thou, Judah, shalt my Law dispense;
A diff'rent lot shall Moab find,
A Vase to vilest use assign'd;
A doom like his let Edom meet,
And wipe the dust from off my feet.
Philistia, pleas'd thy tribute bring,
And own in Me thy future King.
Who, as our troops in close array
To Edom's forts direct their way,
Arm'd with resistless strength shall bid
Her gates unfold, her bolts recede?
Behold us, Lord, oppress'd with woe,
As exil'd from thy care we go:
Shall Israel's hosts, thy aid withheld,
Still unsuccessful take the field?
Our hope, on Man repos'd in vain,
O let thy Strength, great God, sustain:
Thus arm'd, each adverse pow'r we dare,
And dauntless meet the rushing war,
While from thy sword our foes retire,
Or trampled in the dust expire.