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1 OH may the pow r which melts the rock Be felt by all assembled here ! Or else our service will but mock The God whom we profess to fear.

2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land, Thy people s eyes are fix d on thee! We own thy just uplifted hand, Which thousands cannot, will not see.

3 How long hast thou bestow d thy care On this indulged ungrateful spot, While other nations far and near Have envied and admired our lot !

4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, The glorious gospel brightly shone ; And oft our enemies have felt That God has made our cause his own.

5 But ah ! both heaven and earth have heard Our vile requital of his love ! We, whom like children he has rear d, Rebels against his goodness prove.

6 His grace despised, his power defied, And legions of the blackest crimes, Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride, Are signs that mark the present times.

7 The Lord displeased has raised his rod : Ah, where are now the faithful few Who tremble for the ark of God, And know what Isr el ought to do ?

8 Lord, hear thy people every -where, Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray ; The nation and thy churches spare, And let thy wrath be turn d away !