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THRO' ev'ry age, eternal God!
“ Must death for ever rage and reign ?
" Or hast thou made mankind in vain ? 3 “Where is thy promise to the just?
“ Are not thy servants turn'd to dust? But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
Wipes the reproach of saints away;
PSALM 90. First Part. L. M.
eternal God! Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne, ere heav'n was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began,
Or dust was fashion'd into man;
When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity:
“ Return, ye sinners, to your dust."" 4 A thousand of our years amount
Scarce to a day in thine account ;
Or the last watch of ending night. 5 Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away : our life's a dream ;
Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 6 Our age to seventy years is set;
How short the term ! how frail the state !
And if to eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh and groan, than live: 7 But oh! how oft thy wrath appears, ,
And cuts off our expected years !
We fear the pow'r that strikes us dead. 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span;
Man frail, and God our refuge.
And our eternal home! 2 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
Bears all its sons away;
Dies at the op'ning day.
Our hope for years to come,
Infirmities and death the effects of sin. 1
And grows severe,
And burns beyond our fear.
LORD if thine eyes survey our faults,
2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust;
By one offence to thee,
A fable or a song :
Nor can our joys be long.
To three score years and ten ;
Is sorrow, toil, and pain.
And not thy wrath alone :
Breathing after Heaven. 1 RETURN; O God of love, return;
a How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?
Let sin and sorrow cease;
So make our joys increase.
Make thy own work complete ;
And own thy love was great. 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne,
In all thy beauty, Lord;
Meet a divine reward.
PSALM 91. First Part. L. M.
Safety in public diseases and dangers.
Shall find a most secure abode;
And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, “ My God, thy pow'r
“ Shall be my fortress and my tow'r: “ 1, that am form’d of feeble dust,
“ Make thine almighty arm my trust.” 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care
Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare,
Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4. Just as a hen protects her brood
From birds of prey, that seek their blood,
Makes his own arm his people's guard. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,
To shield them, with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
if Israel's God be there. 7 What tho' a thousand at thy side,
At thy right hand ten thousand died ;
Among the dead, amid the graves.
Receive commission from the Lord,
9 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Second Part. C. M.
Expos'd to ev'ry snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place,
And try, and trust his care.
Or if the plague come nigh,
'Twill raise his saints on high.
Your feet in all their ways;
And guard your happy days.
And dash against the stones : Are they not servants at his call,
And sent t'attend his sons ?
The tempter's viles defeat :
Puts him beneath your feet.
“ I'll save them ; (saith the Lord) “I'll bear their joyful souls above
“ Destruction, and the sword. * " My grace shall answer when they call;
“ In trouble I'll be nigh: « My pow'r shall help them when they fall, * And raise them when they die.