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3 When sore afflictions press me down,

1 need thy quick 'ning powers;
Thy word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
Ver. 156, 40.
e 4 Are not tliy mercies sovereign still?
And thou a faithful Cod?
Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal,
To run the heavenly road ?
Ver. 159, 40.
5 Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face ?
e And yet how slow my spirits move,

Without enliv'ning grace !
— 6 Then shall 1 love thy gospel more,
And ne'er foriret thy word ;
When I have felt its quick'ning power
To draw me near the Lord.

L. M. 1st Part. Babylon, [b]

Courage and Perseverance under Trials,

Ver. 143, 28.

1 T^THEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord,

t T All my support is from thy word :
My soul dissolves for heaviness ;
Uphold me with thy strengthening grace.
Ver. 51, 69, 110.

2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies,
They watch my feet with envious eyes,

And tempt my soul to snares and sin ;
Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.

246 PSALM 119, 120.'

Ver. 161, 78.
3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause,
They hate to see rue love thy laws ;
But I will trust, and fear thy name,
Till pride and malice die with shame.

L. M. 2nd Part. Qurrcy. [*]
JJffiictions sanctified.
Ver. 67 59.
1 TTiATHER, I bless thy gentle hand—
-T How kind was thy chastising rod!
That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God!
e 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord ;
p I left my guide, and lost my way,
—But new I love, and keep thy word.,
Ver. 71.
3 'Tis good for me to bear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell ;
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That i might learn his statutes well.
Ver. 72.
o 4 The law, that issues from thy mouth,
Shall raise my cheerful passions more
Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hdls of golden ore.
Ver. 73.
— 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy Spirit form'd my soul within ;
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.
Ver. 74.
o 6 Then all, who love and fear the Lord,
In my salvation shall rejoice ;
For I have hoped in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.

PSALM 120. C. M. Dorset. [*]
Complaint of Strife, and Desire for Peace.
1 np HOU God of love, thou ever blest,

A Pity my sufPring state ;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest,
From lips that love deceit !

PSALM 121. 247

2 Hard lot of mine ! my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,

Whose never ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.

3 O might I Hy to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell

In some wide, lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell !

4 Teace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms !

I am for peace ; but when 1 speak,
They all declare for arms.

5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong ;

What shall be done to curb thy rage,
thou devouring tongue !

6 Should burning arrows smite thee through,
Strict justice would approve ;

But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.

PSALM 121. L. M. Sheffield. Truro. [*]
Divine Protection.

1 [TJP to the hills I lift mine eyes,

vJ Tli' eternal hills beyond the skies ;

Thence all her help my soul derives :

There my almighty refuge lives.]
g 2 He lives! the eve-rlasting God,

Who built the world, who spread the flood ;

The heavens with all their hosts he made,

And the dark regions of the dead !
— 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way ;

His morning smiles bless all the day ;

He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps

The silent hours while Israel sleeps.
o 4 Israel, a name divinely blest,

May rise secure, securely rest ;

Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes

Admit no slumber or surprise.
— 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day j

Nor the pale moon, with sickly ray,

Shall blast thy couch ; no baleful star

Dart his malignant fire so far.

248 PSALM 121.

o 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still ihou shalt go, and still return,
Safe in the Lord ; his heavenly care
Defends thy life from ev'ry snare.

— 7 On thee foul spirits have no power ;

e And, in thy last departing hour,

« Angels, who trace lite airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

C. M. Mear. [*]

Preservation by Day and Night.

1 [HPO heaven l lift my waiting eyes,

A There all my hopes are laid ;
The Lord, who built the earth and skies,
Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep :

His ear attends the softest call ;
His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers,
With his almighty arm ;

And watch our most unguarded hours,
Again&l surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord •,

His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon
Shall have his leave to smite ;

He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night.

6 lie guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath,
Where thickest dangers come;

Go and return, secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.]

P. M. Mlcrton. [*]

God our Preserver.

] TTPWARD I lift mine eyes.

vJ From God is all my aiu ; —
The God who built the skies,
And earth and nature made :

PSALM 122. 249

o God is the tower

To which I fly •,
His grace is i;igh
In ev'ry hour.
— 2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares ;
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,
Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there :
o Thou art my sun,

And thou my shade,

To guard my head,

By night or noon.

o 4 Hast thou not given thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath :
* I'll go and come,

Nor fear to die,
Till from on high,
Thou call me home.

PSALM 122. C. M. Hymn 2d. Bethlehem. [*]
Going to Church.

o 1 TrOW" did my heart rejoice to hear

■Tl My friends devoutly say,
o ' In Zion let us all appear,

' And keep the solemn day !'

— 2 I love her gates, I love the road I

g The church, adorn 'd wkh grace,

Stands like a palace built for God,

To shew his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair ;
e The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there

250 PSALM 122.

— 4 He hears our praises, and complaints;
e And while his awful voice

Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble, and rejoice !

b 5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest !
With holy gifts and heavenly grace,
Be her attendants blest.

— 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still
While life or breath remains ;
Here my best iriends, my kindred dwell,
g Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

P. M. Dalston. [*]

Joy in the Worship and Blessedness of Zion.

b 1 TXOW pleas'd and blest was I,

11 To hear the people cry,
o l Come, let us seek our God to-day I'
o Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We'll haste toZion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.

— 2 Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorn'd with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round ;
In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 Here David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne ;

He sits for grace and judgment here :
o He bids the saints be glad ;
e He makes the sinner sad ;
— And humble souls rejoice with fear.

b 4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of ev'ry guest j

The man who s,eeKs thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
e A thousand blessings on him rest!

— 5 My tongue repeats her vows —

e l Peace to this sacred house 1'

—For here my friends and kindred dwell \

PSALM 123, 124. 251

o And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.

Repeat the 4lh stanza, if necessary.

PSALM 123. CM. China. [*]
Pleading with Submission.

1 /"\ THOU, whose grace and justice reign,
V-F Enthron'd above the skies,

To thee our hearts would tell their pain,
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As servants watch their master's hand,
And fear the angry stroke ;

Or maids before the.r mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look ; —

3 So for our sins we justly feel
Thy discipline, O God ;

Yet wait the gracious moment still,
Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those, who in wealth and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride ;

And thy delays of mercy give
Fresh courage to their pride

5 Our foes insult us, but our hope
In thy compassion lies ;

This thought shall bear our spirits up,
That God will not despise

PSALM 124. L. M Nantwich. Truro. [*}
Song for Deliverance

1 0"AD not the Lord, may Israel say,
■EX Had not the Lord maintain 'd our side

When men, to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide -,—

2 The swelling tide had stop'd our breath .
So fiercely did the waters roll,

We had been swallow'd deep in death —
Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul '

u 3 We leap for joy, we shout and smg,
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke ;
So flies the bird, with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke


252 PSALM 125.

u 4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's cursed snare ;
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword,
And made our lives and souls his care.

g 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form'd the earth, and built the skies ;
He, who upholds that wondrous frame,
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

PSALM 125. C. M. Mear. [*]
The Saint's Trial and Safety.

1 [TTNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,

yJ And firm a3 mountains be ; —
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,
That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love,
That ev'ry saint surround.
e 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge,

To drive them near to God ;
e Divine compassion does allay

The fury of the rod
p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on,
To the bright gates of Paradise,
Where Christ, their Lord is gone.
— 5 But, if we trace those crooked ways,

That the old serpent drew ;
e The wrath, that drove him first to heii,
Shall smite his followers too.]

S. M. Watchman. [*]
The Saint's Trial and Safety,
o 1 T^IRM and unmov'd are they,
•T Who rest their souls on God ;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.
-2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground ;
So God and his almijhty love
Embrace his saints around.
• 3 What though the Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke ;

PSALM 126. 253

Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep,

Its fury shall be broke.
p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those,

Whose faith and pious fear —
Whose hope, and love, and ev'ry grace,

Proclaim their hearts sincere.
— 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage

Too long oppress the saint ;
o The God of Israel will support

His children, lest they faint.

e 6 But if our slavish fear

Will choose the road to hell,
a We must expect our portion there,

Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126. L. M. Green's. [*]
Surprising Deliverance.

1 ["VyHEN God restor'd our captive state,

» » Joy was our song, and grace our theme
The grace, beyond our hope so" great,
That joy appear'd a painted dream.

2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy name ;

While we, with pleasure, shout thy praise—
With cheerful notes, thy love proclaim

3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so:
With God we left our flowing tears ;
He makes our joys like rivers flow.

4 The man, that, in his furrow'd field,
His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield

A welcome load of joyful sheaves.]

C. M. Sunday. Swanwick. [*]

■A remarkable Disvlay of Divine Grace.

1 "1X7HEN God reveal 'd his gracious name,

™ » And chang'd my mournful state,

u My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,

The grace appear'd so great.
—2 The world beheld the glorious change,

And did thy hand confess ;
o My tongue broke out in unknown strains
o And sung surprising grace

254 PSALM 127.

d 3 ' Great is the work !' my neighbours cry'd,

A?id own'd thy power divine j
' Great - is the work !' my heart reply'd,
o • And be the glory thine.'
o 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,

Can give us day for night j
MaKe drops of sacred sorrow rise

To rivers of delight.
—5 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait

Till the fair harvest come ;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
o And shout the blessings home.
— 6 Though seed lie buried long in dust,

It sha'n't deceive their hope ;
o The precious grain can ne'er be lost,

For grace ensures the crop.

PSALM 127. L. M. Portugal. [*]
Success and Happiness from. Ood.

1 TF God succeed not, all the cost,

-■- And pains, to build the house, are lost ;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.

2 What if you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done ;
Careful and sparing eat your bread,
To shun that poverty you dread ;—

3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest :
He can make rich, yet give us rest ;
Children and friends are blessings too,
If God our sovereign make them so.

o 4 Happy the man, to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful fiiends :
How sweet our daily comforts prove,
When they are season 'd with his love J
C. M. Plymouth. [*]
God all in all.

1 [TF God to build the house deny,

i- The builders work in vain ;
And towns, without his wakeful eye,
An useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning beams arise,
Your painful work renew ;

PSALM 128, 129. 255

And, till the stars ascend the skies,
Your tiresome toil pursue :

3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare,
In vain, till God has blest :

But if his smiles attend your care,
You shall have food and rest.

4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Will real blessings prove,

Nor all the earthly joys he sends,
If sent without his love.]

PSALM 12S. C. M. Vevizes. [*]
Family Blessings.

1 /~\ HAPPY man, whose soul is fill'd
VJ With zeal and rev'rend awe I

His lips to God their honours yield,
His life adorns the law.

2 A careful providence will stand,
And ever guard thy head ;

Will on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly blessings shed.

3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine ;
Thy children round thy board,

Each like a plant of honour shine,
And learn to fear the Lord.

4 The Lord will thy best hopes fulfil,
For months and years to come ;

The Lord, who dwells on Zion's hill,
Will send the blessings home.

5 This is the man, whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase ;

Shall see the sinking church arise,
Then leave the world in peace.

PSALM 129. C. M. Mear. [*]
Persecutors punished.
1 TJP from my youth, may Israel say,

U Have I been nurs'd in tears ;
My griefs were constant as the day,
And tedious as the years.

S Up from my youth, I bore the rage

Of all the sons of strife ;
Oft they assail'd my riper age,

But not destroy 'd my life

256 PSALM 130.

3 Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh.
With furrows long and deep j

Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh ;
Nor let my sorrows sleep.

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And, with impartial ey°,

Measur'd the mischiefs they had done,
And let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surpris'd
To hear his thunders roll !

And all the foes of Z ion seiz'd
With horrour to the soul.

6 Thus shall the men, who hate the saints,
Be blasted from the sky ;

Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.

7 [What though they flourlh tall and fair,
They have no root beneath :

Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despis'd in death.

8 So corn that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives •,

The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.

9 It springs and withers on the place :
No traveller bestows

A word of blessing on the grass,
Nor minds it as he goes.]

PSALM 130. C. M. Abridge. Sunday [*\
FarJoning Grace.
e 1 /~\UT of the de;ps of long distress,
yj The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace, —
My groans to move thine ear.
a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,
Nu mortal flesh could siand.
—3 But there are pardons with my God,
For crimes of high degree ;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

PSALM 130. 257

4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord,

With strong desires I wait ;
My soul, invited by thy word,

Stands watching at thy gate ]
« 5 (Just as the guards that keep the night

Long for the morning skies ,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,

And meet them with their eyes j —

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace ;

And, more intent than they,
Meets the first op'nings of thy face,

And finds a brighter day.)

o 7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust ;
Let Israel seek his face ;
The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.
o 8 There's full redemption at his throne,
For sinners long enslav'd ;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Israel shall be sav'd.

L.M. Bath. Armley. [*]
Pardoning Grace.

a 1 Tj^ROM deep distress, and troubled thoughts
X- To thee, my God, I raise my cries:

If thou severely mark our faults,

No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
— 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,

Free to dispense thy pardons there ;

That sinners may approach thy face,

And hope and love, as well as fear,
e 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,

And long and wish for breaking day,

So waits my soul before thy gate ;

When will my God his face display ?

o 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word,

Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ;

Let mourning souls address the Lord,

And find relief from all their pain,
g 5 Great is his love, and large his grace,

Through the redemption of his Son ;

He turns our feet from sinful ways,

And pardons what our hands have done

258 PSALM 131, 132.

PSALM 131. CM. York, [b]
Humility and Submission.
e 1 TS there ambition in my heart?
A Search, gracious God, and see ;
Or do I act a haughty part ?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

a 2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild ;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

— 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward ;
Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd,
And trust a faithful Lord.

PSALM 132. L. M. Leeds. [*]

V. 5, 13—18. The House of God.

1 TS7IIERE shall we go, to seek and find

' » A habitation for our God ?
A dwelling for th' eternal Mind,
Among the sons of flesh and blood ?

o 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest ;
And Zion is his dwelling still ;
His church is with his presence blest.

— 3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign for ever, saith the Lord ;

o Here shall my power and love be known,
And blessings shall attend my word.

e 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor,
And fill their souls witli living bread :
Sinners, who wait before my door,
With sweet provision shall be fed.

— 5 Girded with trutlv, and cloth'd with grace,
My priests, my ministers shall shine:
Not Aaron in his costly dress,
Made an appearance so divine.

o 6 The saints, unable to contain
Their inward joys, shall shout and sing ;
The Son ot David here shall reign,
And Zion triumph in her King.

PSALM 132. 259

7 [Jesus shall see a num'rous seed,
Born here t' uphold his glorious name j
His crown shall flourish on his head,
While all his foes are cloth 'd with shame.]

C. M. Christmas. Swanwick. [*]

V. 4, 5, 7> 8, 15 — 17. Ood's Presence, the Qlor?
of His House.

1 []V"0 sleep nor slumber to his eyes

1^1 Good David would afford,
Till he had found, below the skies,
A dwelling for the Lord.

2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name
His ark was settled there :

To Zion the whole nation came,
To worship thrice a year.

3 But we have no such lengths to go,
Nor wander far abroad ;

Where'er thy saints assemble now,
There is a house for God.]


o 4 Arise, O King of grace, arise,

And enter to thy rest ;
e Lo ! thy church waits with longing eyss,

Thus to be ovvn'd and bless'd.

« 5 Enter, with all thy glorious train,
Thy spirit and thy word ;
All that the ark did once contain,
Could no such grace afford.

— 6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows
Here let thy praise be spread :
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.

o 7 Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God's Anointed shine ;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.

g 8 Here let him hold a lasting throne •
And, as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes

260 PSALM 133.

PSALM 133. C. M. Hymn 2d. St. Ann's. [*]

Brotherly Love.
1 T O, what an entertaining sight,

*-* Are brethren who agree !
Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite

In bands of piety !

D 2 When streams of love, from Christ the spring,
Descend to ev'ry soul,
And heavenly peace, with balmy wing,

Shades and bedews the whole :
3 'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,

On Aaron's rev'rend head ;
The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.
o 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews,
That fall on Zion's hill ;
Where God his mildest glory shews,
And makes his grace distil,

S. M. Peckham. [*]
Union and Peace.
o 1 T>LEST are the sons of peace,

-E* Whose hearts and hopes are one ;
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.
o 2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet ;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,

Make their communion sweet.
3 Thus, when on Aaron's head

They pour'd the ricli perfume,
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure fill'd the room.
4 Thus, on the heavenly hills,
The saints are blest above :
Where joy like morning dew distils,
And all the air is love.

P. M, Dalston. [*)
The Blessings of Friendship.
b 1 TTOW pleasant 'tis to see

•II Kindred and friends agree !
Each in his proper station move ; —
And each fulfil his part.

PSALM 134, 135. 263

With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love !
2 'Tis like the ointment, shed

On Aaron's sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet !

The oil through all the room

DifFus'd a choice perfume,
Ran through his robes, and blest his fee*
o 3 Like fruitful showers of rain,

That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighb'ring hills ;

Such streams of pleasure roll

Through ev'ry friendly soul,
Where love like heavenly dew distils.

PSALM 134. CM. Devizes. [*]
Daily and nightly Devotion.

1 VT'E who obey th' immortal King,
A Attend his holy place ;
e Bow to the glories of his power,
And bless his wondrous grace.

o 2 Lift up your hands by morning light,

And send your souls on high ;
o Raise your admiring thoughts by night,

Above the starry sky.
O 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts

With rays of quick'ning grace ;.
g The God, who spread the heavens abroad,

And rules the swelling seas.

PSALM 135. L. M. 1st Part. All-Saints. [*J

V. 1—4, 14, 19—21. The Church, God's Houst
and Care.

1 T>RATSE ye the Lord ; exalt his name,
A While in his holy courts ye wait,

Ye saints, who to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.

2 Praise ye the Lord ; the Lord is good ;
To praise his name is sweet employ }
Israel he chose of old, and still

His church is his peculiar joy.
c 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints ;
He treats his servants as his friends :

262 PSALM 135.

And, when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.

o 4 Through ev'ry age, the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod ;
He gives his sufPring servants rest,

g And will be known fh' Almighty God.

5 Bless him, all ye who taste his love ;
People and priests, exalt his name :
Amongst his saints, he ever dwells ;
His church is his Jerusalem.

Ji. M. 2nd Part. Psalm 97th. Blendon. [*]
V. 5 — 12. Creation, Providence, and Redemption.

1 |~i REAT is the Lord, exalted high,
^^ Above all powers and ev'ry throne ;

Whate'er he please, in earth or sea,
Or heaven or hell, his hand hath done.

2 At his command the vapours rise,
The lightnings flash, the thunders roar I
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempest from his airy store !

a 3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,

Egypt, through thy stubborn land !
'When all thy first-born, beasts and men,

Fell dead by his avenging hand !

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