- If I am e'er constrain'd to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.

3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel;

Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.

o 4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be over-aw'd;

o But let the scoffing sinners hear, That I can speak for God.

C. M. 2nd Part. Bangor. Canterbury. [b]
V. 4, 5, 6, 7. The Vanity of Man as mortal
17 EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

e 2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.

e 3 See the vain race of mortals move, Like shadows o'er the plain;

o They rage and strive, desire and love, But all their noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;
Some dig for golden ore;

They toil for heirs they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.

e 5 What should I wish, or wait for, then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?

e They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust.

-6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My foud desires recall;

I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my ill.

C. M. 3rd Part. Dorset. Bishopsgate [b]
V. 9-13. Sick-bed Devotion.

1

P1G Behold the pains I feel;

CD of my life, loos gently down,

• But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

-2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
Il not attempt a murni'ring word,
Against thy chast'ning hand.

e 3 Yet may I plead, with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;

My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

p 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.

5 [This mortal life decays apace
How soon the bubble's broke!
Adam and all his num'rous race
Are vanity and smoke.]

-6 I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear.

7 But if my life be spared a while,
Before my last remove,

Thy praise shall be my business still,

And I'll declare thy love.

PSALM 40. C. M. 1st Part. Abridge. York. [*] V. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. A Song of Deliverance from

e 1

Distress.

WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry;

He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.

-2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay;
And from my bonds releas'd my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.

o 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new,
thankful song.

4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad;
The saints with joy shall hear;
And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

5 How many are thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!

-We have not words, nor hours enough,
Their numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And light and peace depart;

• My God beholds my heavy wo, And bears me on his heart.

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C. M. 2nd Part. Sunday. Bethlehem. [*] V.6-9. The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ. 1 THUS saith the Lord, Your work is vain, 'Give your burnt off'rings o'er;

"In dying goats, and bullocks slain,
'My soul delights no more.'

2 Then spake the Saviour, Lo, I'm here,
'My God, to do thy will;
"Whate'er thy sacred books declare,
'Thy servant shall fulfil.'

3 [Thy law is ever in my sight,
I keep it near my heart;
Mine ears are open'd with delight
To what thy lips impart.']

4 And see-the blest Redeemer comes
Th' eternal Son appears;

And at the appointed time assumes
The body God prepares.

-5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,
And much his truth he show'd;

And preach'd the way of righteousness,
Where great assemblies stood.

6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart,
He pitied sinners' cries;
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a sacrifice.

7 No blood of beasts, on altars shed,

Could wash the conscience clean;

But the rich sacrifice he paid

Atones for all our sin.

• 8 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook ;
Thus by the woman's Promis'd Seed,
The serpent's head was broke.
L. M. Islington. [*].

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V. 5-10.

THE

Christ our Sacrifice.
HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought
Should I attempt the long detail,

My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
e 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt,
-But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.

o 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears;
Assumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work so hard.
d 4 Behold I come,' the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes;
'I come to bear the heavy load
'Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
5 "Tis written in thy great decree,
"Tis in the book foretold of me,
'I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
'And lo! thy law is in my heart.
6 I'll magnify thy holy law,
'And rebels to obedience draw,
'When on my cross I'm lifted high,
'Or to my crown above the sky.

7The Spirit shall descend and show
'What thou hast done, and what I do ;
The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,
Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.']

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PSALM 41. L. M. Armley. Shoel. [*]
V. 1, 2, 3. The merciful Man

BLEST is the man, whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor; p Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do•

e He, in a time of general grief, -Shail find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessinge on his head; o When drought, and pestilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or, if he languish on his couch, -God will pronounce his sins forgiven; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

PSALM 42. C. M. 1st Part. Plymouth. [b] V. 1-5. Desertion and Hope.

1

e

WIT

WITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;

-So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.

e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?

e So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;

-The foe insults without control,

d

'And where's your God at last?"

p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days;

Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?

Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?

- Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes emove;

• For I shall yet before.m stand, And sing restoring love

V. 6-11. Hope in Affliction

P1 MY spirit sinks within me, Lord
But I will call thy name to mind,