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To see the wicked, plac'd on high,
In pride, and robes of honour, shine!
D 2 But, oh, their end — their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so :
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.
d 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
—I'll never envy them again ;
d There they may stand, with haughty eyes,
a 'Till they plunge deep in endless pain.
e 4 Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream, when man awakes :
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.
—5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood ;
o Lord, 'tis enough, that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.

S. M. Jlyleslury. [b]
The Mystery of Providence unfolded.

1 ^jURE there's a righteous God,
*3 Nor is religion vain ;

Though men of vice may boast aloud.
And men of grace complain

2 I saw the wicked rise.
And felt my heart repine ;

While haughty fools, with scornful eyes.
In robes of honour shine.



PSALM 74. 163

3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair ;

Their wealth rolls in, like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.

4 Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure,

Through all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.

5 Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God ;

Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.

6 But I, with flowing tears,
lndulg'd my doubts to rise :

c Is there a God that sees, or hears
' The things below the skies ?']

7 The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense 5

Till to thy house my feet were brought,
To learn thy justice thence

8 Thy word, with light and power
Did my mistakes amend 5

1 view'd the sinners' lives before,
But here I learn'd their end.

p 9 On what a slipp'ry steep

The thoughtless wretches go!
a And, oh, that dreadful, fiery deep

That waits their fall below !

c 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,

My thoughts no more repine ;
— 1 call my God my portion now ;

And all my powers are thine.

PSALM 74. C. M. Wantage. [*] '
The Church in Jlffliction, pleading- with God
1 "VSTILL God for ever cast us off.'
» » His wrath for ever smoke —
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock

e 2 Think of the tribes, so dearly bought
With their Redeemer's blood ;
Nor let thy Zion be forgot,
Where once thy glory stood



164 PSALM 74.

r> 3 Lift up thy feet, and inarch in haste:

Aloud our ruin calls ;
e See what a wide, and fearful waste

Is made within thy walls.

4 [Where once thy churches pray'd and sang,
Thy foes profanely roar:

Over thy gales their ensigns hang,
Sad tokens of their power.

5 How are the seats of worship broke !
They tear thy buildings down ;

And he who deals the heaviest stroke,
Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest;

'Come, let us hum at once,' tney cry,
'The temple and the priest.'

7 And still, to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn ;

Thy wonted signs of power and grace,
Thy power and grace are gone.

8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes,
But all the seers mourn ;

There's not a soul amongst us knows
The time of thy return.]

PAUSE.

p 9 How long, eternal God, how long
Shall men of pride blaspheme!
Shall saints be made their endless song,
And bear immortal shame?

10 |"('an?t ihou for ever sit and hear

Thy holy name profau'd?
And siill thy jealousy forbear,

And still withhold thy hand?]

■ 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown,
In ages long before !
-And now, no other Cod wc own,
No other God adore.

12 [Thou didst divide the raging sea,

By thy resistless might,
To make thy tribes a wondrous way

And then secure their flight.



PSALM 75. 165

13 Is not the world of nature thine —
The darkness and the day ?

Didst thou not bid the morning shine,
And mark the sun his way?

14 Hath not thy power fonn'd ev'ry coast,
And set the earth its bounds,

With summer's heat and winter's frost,
In their perpetual rounds ?

15 And shall the sons of earth and dust
That sacred power blaspheme ?

Will not that hand which fonn'd them first,
Avenge thine injur'd name?]

16 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made,
And all thy words of love ;

Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove.

9 17 [Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest :
Plead thine own cause, almighty God,
And give thy children rest.]

PSALM 75. L. M. Blendon. [*}
Power and Government from Ood alone.

1 npo thee, most Holy and most High,

-«- To thee we bring our thankful praise*
Thy works declare thy name is nigh —
Thy works of wonder and of grace.

2 [' To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons
'Beheld their foes triumphant rise ;
•And, sore oppress'd by earthly thrones,
•They sought the Sovereign of the skies

3 ' 'Twas then, great God, with equal powet,
■Arose thy vengeance anil thy grace,

•To scourge their legions from the shore,
'And save the remnant of thy race.']

4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride ;
Nor lift so high their scornful bead ;
Put ''iy their foolish thoughts aside,

And own the powers that God hath made.

5 Such honours never come by chance,
Nur do the winds promotion blow ;
'Tis God, the Judge, doth one advance :
'Tis God, that lays another low.



166 PSALM 76.

6 No vain pretence to royal birth,
Shall fix a tyrant on the throne ;
God, the great Sovereign of the earth,
Will rise, and make his justice known.

7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup
Of vengeance mix'd with various plagues,
To make the wicked drink them up,
Wring out and taste the bitter dregs.

Now shall the Lord exalt the just ;
And while he tramples on the proud,
And lays their glory in the dust,
My lips shall sing his praise aloud.]

PSALM 76. C. M. Bedford. [*]
God in Zion tcn'ible to her Enemies.

1 TN Judah, God of old was known,
A His name in Israel great ;

In Salem stood his holy throne,
And Zion was his seat.

2 [Among the praises of his saints,
His dwelling there he chose :

There he receiv'd their just complaints
Against their haughty foes.]

(i 3 From Zion went his dreadful word,
And broke, the threat'ning spear,
The bow, the arrows, and the sword ;
And crush'd th' Assyrian war.

e 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else,

But mighty hills of prey ?
—The hill on which JEHOVAH dwells,
o Is glorious more than they.

5 ['Twas Zion's King that stopp'd the breath,

Of capiauis and their bands :
The men of might slept fast in death,

And never found their hands.

d 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horse and chariot fell :
Who knows theterrour of thy rodl
Thy vengeance who can tell ?]

e 7 What power can stand before his sight,
When once his wrath appears t



PSALM 77. 167

a When Heaven shines round with dreadful light

a The earth lies still and fears.

—8 When God, in his own sovereign ways,

Comes down to save th' oppress 'd,
The wrath of man shall work his praise ;

And lie '11 restrain the rest.

9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring •,
Ye princes, fear his frown :

His terrours shake the proudest king,
And cut an army down.

10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke
Our haughty foes shall feel :

For Jacob's God hath not forsook,
But dwells in Zion still .]

PSALM 77. C. M. 1st Part. Abridge, [b]
Melancholy and Hope.
e 1 npO God I cry'd with mournful voice,
-B- I sought nis gracious ear,
In the sad day when troubles rose,
And fill'd my heart with fear.

p 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights,
My soul refus'd relief-,
I thought on God, the just and wise,
But thoughts increas'd my grief.

3 [Still I complain'd, and still oppress'd
My heart began to break :

My God, thy wrath forbade my rest,
And kept my eyes awake.

4 My overwhelming sorrows grew,
Till I could speak no more ;

Then I within myself withdrew,
And call'd thy judgments o'er.

5 I call'd back years and ancient times
When 1 beheld thy face ;

My spirit search 'd for secret crimes,
That might withhold thy grace.

6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind,
Which I enjoy'd before :

And will the Lord no more be kind
His face appear no more ?]

e 7 Will he for ever cast me off?
His promise ever fail ?



168 PSALM 11.

p Has lie forgot his tender love?
Shall anger still prevail?

— 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought,
This dark, despairing frame,
Reniemb'ring what thy hand hath wrought ;
Thy hand is still the same.

o 9 I'll think again of all thy ways,
And talk thy wonders o'er ;
Thy wonders of recov'ring grace,
When flesh could hope no more.

o 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne ;
— And men who love thy word,
Have in thy sanctuary known
The counsels of the Lord.

C. M. 2nd Part. Wantage. [*]
Israel brought from, Egypt to Canaan.
1 ' TIOW awful is thy ei&st'nrng rod' —

O (May thine own children say)
* The great, the wise, the dreadful God !
' How holy is his way !'

— 2 [T'll meditate his works of old ;
The King who reigns above,
I'll hear his ancient wonders told,
And learn to trust his love.]

3 Long did the house of Joseph lie,
With Egypt's yoke oppress'd ;

Long he delay'd to hear thsir cry,
Nor gave his people rest.

4 The sons of good old Jacob seem'd
Abandon'd to their foes ;

o But his almighty arm redeem'd
The nation that he chose.

— 5 Israel, his people and his sheep,

Must follow where he calls ;
He bade them venture through the deep

And made the waves their walls!
e 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God,

The waters saw thee come ;
u Backward they fled, and frighted stood,
a To make thine armies room.
-7 Strange was thy journey through the sea,

Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown ;



I



PSALM 78. 1G9



Terrnurs attend the wondrous way,

Tliat brings thy mercies down,
d 8 [Thy voice, with terrour in the sound,

Through clouds and darkness broke ;
All heaven in lightning shone around,

And earth with thunder shook.
9 Thine arrows through the sky were hurl'd ;

How glorious is the Lord !
Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world,

And his own saints ador'd.

—10 He gave them water from the rock ;
And safe, by Moses' hand,
Through a dry desert led his flock,
Home to the proniis'd land.]

PSALM 78. CM. 1st Part. Mear. [*]
Providence of God rehearsed to Children.

1 T ET children hear the mighty deeds,
i-i Which God perform'd of old ;

Which in our younger years' we saw,
And which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known,
His works of power ivnd grace ;

And we'll convey his wonders down
Through ev'ry rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to oui sons,
And they again to theirs ;

That generations, yet unborn,
May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone
Their hope securely stands ;

That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.

CM. 2nd Part. China, [b*]
Israel's Rebellion and Punishment.

1 f|H what a stiff rebellious house
w Was Jacob's ancient race !

False to their own most solemn vows,
And to their Maker's grace.

2 They broke the cov'nant of his love,
And did his laws despise ;



170 PSALM 78.

Forgot the works he wrought, to prove
His power before their eyes.

3 They saw the plagues on Egypt light,
From his revenging hand ;

What dreadful tokens of his might
Spread o'er the stubborn land !

4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea,
And march'd with safety through,

With wat'ry walls to guard their Way,

'Till they had 'scaped the foe.
(5 A wondrous 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.

6 He from the rock their thirst supply'd ;

The gushing waters fell,
And ran in rivers by their side,

A constant miracle.)

e 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high,

An-d dai'd distrust his hand :
d ' Can he with bread our host supply,

1 Amidst this desert land ?'

8 The Lord with indignation heard,
g And caus'd his wrath to flame ;
His terrours ever stand prepar'd
To vindicate his name.

CM. 3rd Part. Reading. [*b]

Chastisement and Salvation.

1 [TTyHEN Israel sins, the Lord reproves,
» » And fills their hearts with dread ;
Yet he forgives the men he loves,



And sends them heavenly bread.

2 He fed them with a lib'ral hand,
And made his treasures known ;

He gave the midnight clouds command
To pour provision down.

3 The manna, like a morning shower,
Lay thick around their feet •,

The corn of heaven, so light, so pure,
As though 'twere angel's meat.



PSALM 78. 171

4 But they in murm'ring language said,
' Manna is all our feast ;

'We loath this light, this airy bread,
' We must have flesh to taste.'

5 ' Ye shall have flesh to please your lust,'
The Lord in wrath reply'd ;

And sent them quails, like sand or dust,
Heap'd up from side to side.

6 He gave them all their own desire j
And greedy as they fed,

His vengeance burnt with secret fire,
And smote the rebels dead.

7 When some were slain, the rest return'd
And sought the Lord with tears ;

Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd,
But soon forgot their fears.

8 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.]

L. M. Bath, [b]

V. 32, &c. Saints corrected and saved.

1 |~i BEAT God, how oft did Israel prove,
v^ By turns, thine anger and thy love!

There, in a glass, our hearts may see
How fickle and how false they be.

2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought
Then they provoke him to his face ;
Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace.

3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain,
And made their travels long and vain ;

A tedious march, through unknown ways.
Wore out their strength, and spent their days

4 Oft, when they saw their brethren slain,
They mourn'd and sought the Lord again ;
Call'd him the Rock of their abode,
Their high Redeemer, and their God.

5 Their prayers and vows before him rise
As flatt'ring words, or solemn lies ;
While their rebellious tempers prove
False to his cov'nant and his love

12



172 PSALM 80.

C Yet did his sov'reign grace forgive
The men, who ne'er deserv'd to live:
His anger oft away he tnrn'd,
Or else with gentle flame it burn'd.

7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail ;
He saw temptation still prevail ;

The God of Abraham lov'd them still,
And led them to his holy hill.

PSALM 80. L. M. Dresden. Moreton. \M\

The Church in Affliction.
1 jT< RE AT Shepherd of thine Israel,

^X Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And ledst the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep : —
e 2 Thy Church is in the desert now ;
-Shine from on high, and guide it through ;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore ;
We shall be sav'd, and sigli no more.

3 [Great God, whom heaveniy hosts obey
How long shall we lament and pray,
And wait in vain thy kind return ?

How long shall thy fierce anger burn ?

PAUSE THE FIRST.

4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed j
Turn us to thee ; thy love restore :

We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.]
9 5 Hast thou not planted, with thy hand,

A lovely vine in this our land ?

Did not thy power defend it round,

And heavenly dews enrich the ground?
~6 How did the spreading brandies shoot,

And bless the nation with the fruit !
I Put now, O Lord, look down and see

Thy mourning Vine, that lovely tree.

v Why is its beauty thus defac'd?

Why hast thou laid its fences waste?
—Strangers and foes against it join,

And ev'ry beast devours the vine.

8 Return, almighty God, return ;

p Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn ,



PSALM SI. 173

— Turn us to thee, thy love restore ;
o We shall be sav'd, and sigli no more.

PAUSE THE SECOND.

9 [Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew,
Thou wast its strength and glory too!
Attack'd in vain by all its foes,

Till the fair Branch of promise rose.

10 Fair Branch, ordain 'd of old to shoot
From David's stock, from Jacob's root j
Himself a noble Vine, and we

The lesser branches of the Tree.

11 'Tis thy own Son ; and lie shall stand,
Girt with thy strength, at thy right hand ;
Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest
With power and grace above the rest.

V2 Oh, for his sake, attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches, lest they die ;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore :
We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.]

PSALM 81. S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*j

V. 1, 8-r-16. Saints warned and exhorted,
1 e ING to the Lord, aloud,
►^ And make a joyful noise:
God is our Strength, our Saviour God ;
Let Israel hear his voice :

e 2 ' From vile idolatry,

' Preserve my worship clean ;
'I am the Lord, who set thee free
' From slavery and from sin.

—3 'Stretch thy desirps abroad,

'And I'll supply them well ;
e * But if ye will refuse your God,

' If Israel will rebel ; —

d 4 ' I'll leave them,' saith the Lord,
* To their own lusts a prey ;
* And let them run the dang'rous road—

' 'Tis their own chosen way.
5 ' Yef, oh that all my saints
' Wtuld hearken to my voice!
— ' Soon I would ease their sore complaints,
' And bid their hearts rejoice.



174 PSALM 82, 83.

o 6 ' While I destroyed their foes,
' I'd richly feed my flock ;
' And they should taste the stream, that flows
' From their eternal Hock.'

PSALM 6:2. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
Gad Supreme ; or Magistrates learned.

1 A MONG th' assemblies of the great,
xil A greater Iluler takes his seat :

The God of heaven, as Judge, surveys

Those guds on earth, and all their ways.
e 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws?

Or why support th' unrighteous cause?

When will ye once defend the poor,

That sinners vex the saints nc more ?
e 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know ;

Dark are the ways in which they go ;

Their name of earthly gods is vain ;

For they shall fall and die like men.
■> 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son

Possess his universal throne,
o And rule the nations with his rod :
g lie is our Judge, and he our God.

PSALM 83. S. M. Little Marlboro', [bj
A Complaint against Persecutors.

1 A iVD will the God of grace
-£»- Perpetual silence keep?

The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep ?

2 Behold, what cursed snares
The men of mischief spread ;

The men, who hate thy saints and thee,

Lift up their threat'ning head.
e 3 Against thy Irdden ones

Their counsels they employ ;
And malice, with her watchful eye,

Pursues them to destroy.
4 [The noble and the base

Into thy pastures leap :
The lion and the stupid ass

Conspire to vex thy sheep.
A 5 ' Come let us join, they cry,

' To root them from the gromd ;



PSALM 84. 175

Till not the name of saints remain,
Nor mem'ry shall be found.'

6 Awake, almighty God,

And call thy wrath to mind ;
Give them like forests to the fire,

Or stubble to the wind.]

— 7 Convince their madness, Lord ,
And make them seek thy name ;
Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame

o 8 Then shall the nations know

That glorious dreadful word —
g JEHOVAH — is thy namealune,

And thou the sovereign Lord

PSALM 84. L. M. 1st Part. Moreton. [*]

The Pleasure of public Worship.
1 TTOW pleasant, how divinely fair,

AJL O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are'
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.

e 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God ;

e My God, my King, why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee ?

3 [The sparrow chooses where to rest,
And for her young provides her nest ;
But will my God to sparrows grant
That pleasure which his children want ?]

o 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high,

Around thy throne of majesty ;
o Thy brghtest glories shine above,

And all their work is praise and love

© 5 Blest are the souls, who find a place

Within the temple of thy grace ;
—There they behold thy gentler rays,

And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

o 6 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set

To find the way to Zion's gate ;
o God is their strength : and through the road,,

They lean upon their helper God



176 PSALM 84.

o 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length }
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship the/e. Portugal,

L. M. 2nd Part. Castle-street. Green's. [*\

Ood and his Church : or Gra^e and Glory.

1 /^i REAT God, attend while Zion sings
vJ The joy that from thy presence springs ;

To spend one day with thee on f x arth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might 1 enjoy the meanest place,
e Within thy house, O God of grace ;

— Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave the door.

o 3 God is our Sun, he makes our day ;
God is our Shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults o! hell and sin,
From foes without and foes withhi.

—4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too ;
He jrives ns all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

g 5 O God our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Ami devils at thy presence flee.
Blest is the ma:t who trusts in thee.

Paraphrased in C. M. Doxology. Arundel. [*]
V. 1,4, 2, 3, 10. God present in his Churches,
e 1 ]t/T Y soul, how lovely is the place,

1*1 To which thy God resorts!
— 'Tis heaven, to see his smiling face,

Though in ins earthly courts.
o 2 There the great monarch of the Fkies

His saving power displays ;
o And light breaks in upon our eyes,

With kind and quii.k'ning rays.
b 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove

Descends, and fills the place ;
—While Christ reveals his wondrous love,

And sheds abroad his grace.
» 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare

The secrets of thy will ;



PSALM 84. 177

And still we seek thy mercies there j
And sing thy praises still.
PAUSE.
— 5 [My heart and flesh cry out for thee,

While far from thine abode :
p When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God ?

—6 The sparrow builds herself a nest,

And suffers no remove ;
e O make me like the sparrows blest,

To dwell but where I love.
— 7 To sit one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity
Employ'd in carnal joys.
e 8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait,
While Jesus is within ;
Rather than rill a throne of state,
Or live in tents of sin.
— 9 Could I command the spacious land,
And the more boundless sea,
For one blest hour at thy right hand,
I'd give them both away.]

P M. Bethesda. [*J
Longing for the House of God

1 T ORD of the worlds above,
•Li How pleasant, and how fair,

The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are !

To thine abode

My heart aspires ;

With warm desires

To see my God.

2 [The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest ;
And wand'ring swallows long
To find their wonted rest 1

My spirit faints',
With equal zeal,
To rise and dwell
Among thy saints.]
o 3 O happy souls who pray
Where God appoints to hear ,



178 PSALM 84.

O happy men, who pay
Their constant service there !

They praise thee still ;

And happy they,

Who love the way

To Zion's hill.
-4 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears ;
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears.
• Oh glorious seat,

When God our King

Shall thither bring

Our willing feet !

PAUSE.
e [5 To spend one sacred day
Where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy,
Than thousand days beside :

Where God resorts,

I love it more

To keep the door.

Than shine in courts.]
—6 God is our Sun and Shield,
Our light and our defence ;
With gifts his hands are fill'd,
We draw our blessings thence

He will bestow,

On Jacob's race,

Peculiar grace,

And glory too.
r 7 The Lord his people loves ;
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious sculs.
o Thrice happy he,

O God of hostb',

Whose spirit trusts

Alone in thee.

PSALM 85. L. M. 1st Part. Jill-saints. [*}

V. 1 — 8. Deliverance begun and completed.

] T ORD, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind,

«-j Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom ;



PSALM 85, 86. 179

So God forgave, when Israel sinn'd,
And brought his wand'ring captives home.
2 Thou hast begun to set us free.
And made thy fiercest wrath abate ;
.Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee,
And thy salvation be complete.

e 3 Revive our dying graces. Lord,
And let thy saints in thee rejoice ;
Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word j
We wait for praise to tune our voice.

— 4 We wait to hear what God will say :

o He'll speak, and give his people peace :

— But let them run no more astray,



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