An American Version of the Psalms of David; Suited to the State of the Church in the Present Age of the World

An American Version of the Psalms of David; Suited to the State of the Church in the Present Age of the World

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1813 edition. Excerpt: ...our longing taste?" 7 " You shall have flesh, the Lord return'ir, Then gave the winds command, And while his kindling vengeance burn'd, . He sent them quails like sand." 8 Obedient winds, the north and south, A dreadful plenty blew; But while the flesh was in the mouthy Their chosen sons he slew. 9 Let sinners learn to trust his love, Be thankful, O ye saints, Nor dare to vex the Lord above, With long and loud complaints. 10 No more I '11 give my murmurs vent, 4 I '11 chide my fretful mind; Whate'er my lot, I '11 be content, And own that God is kiad.-'i, . PSALM 78. Part 3. G. M. Luxury punished with pestilence. 1 WHEN Israel sin'd the Lord reprov'd, And made them feel his rod; 'Oft they his tender mercy mov'd, And oft provok'd their God. 2 For them he did the sea divide, Below the waters heap, Above he made the rolling tide Stand upright as an heap. 3 A wond'rous pillar mark'd their way, . Compos'd of shade and light, It prov'd a shelt'ring cloud by day, A leading fire by night. 4 Jehovah did their thirst supply, With water from the rock, He gave commandment to the sky, To feed his famish'd flock. 5 The manna like a morning dew, Around their camp was spread, He gave it every morning new, And fill'd their tents with bread. 6 When hungry, first, they call'd it sweet, And blest the rising morn; But pour'd in plenty round their feet, They loath'd the heavenly corn. 7 Is this, said they, our only feast, Amid this dreary waste! We must have flesh of fowl or beast, To please our longing taste. 8 The Lord reply'd, I '11 sate your lust, And you shall know mine hand, Then sent them quails like heaps of dust, And feather'd fowl like sand. To neap, to fall-off as the tides. 9 Superfluous heaps of flesh and 1lour, Around those murmurers fell, more

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  • Paperback | 90 pages
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  • English
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  • 1236538641
  • 9781236538642