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"My cov❜nant ftands for ever fast; "My promises are ftrong;

"Firm as the heav'ns his throne fhall laft, "His feed endure as long."

PSALM LXXXIX. 5th Part. Com.Met.

Ver. 30, &c.

The covenant of grace unchangeable; or, afliction without rejection.

I "

YET,

TET, (faith the Lord) if David's race, "The children of my Son, "Should break my laws, abuse my grace, "And tempt mine anger down;

2 Their fins I'll vifit with the rod,
"And make their folly fmart;
"But I'll not ceafe to be their God,
"Nor from my truth depart.

3 "My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke,
"But keep my grace in mind:
"And what eternal love hath spoke,
"Eternal truth fhall bind.

4 "Once have I fworn, (I need no more)
"And pledg'd my holinefs,
"To feal the facred promife fure
"To David and his race.

5

"The fun fhall fee his offspring rife,

"And fpread from fea to fea,
"Long as he travels round the skies,
"To give the nations day.

"Sure as the moon, that rules the night,
"His kingdom fhall endure,

"Till the fix'd laws of fhade and light
"Shall be obfery'd no more."

PSALM LXXXIX. 2d Part. Long Met. Ver. 47, &c. Mortality and Hope,

I

A funeral Pfalm.

REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state,

How frail our life! how fhort the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from difeafe, fecure from death? 2 Lord, while we fee whole nations die, Our flesh and fenfe repine and cry, "Muft death for ever rage and reign? "Or haft thou made mankind in vain ? 3 "Where is thy promife to the juft? "Are not thy fervants turn'd to duft ?" But faith forbids thefe mournful fighs, And fees the fleeping dust arise.

4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day,
Wipes the reproach of faints away,
And clears the honour of thy word ::
Awake, our fouls, and blefs the Lord.

PSALM LXXXIX, laft Part. Part.Met.

Ver. 47, &c.

Life, Death, and the Refurrection,
1 THINK, mighty God, on feeble man;
How few his hours! how short his fpan!
Short from the cradle to the grave :
Who can fecure his vital breath
Against the bold demands of death,
With fkill to fly, or pow'r to fave?

2 Lord, fhall it be for ever faid,
"The race of man was only made

"For ficknefs, forrow, and the duft ?"

Are not thy fervants, day by day,
Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay ?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the juft!
Haft thou not promis'd to thy Son,
And all his feed, a heav'nly crown?

3

But flesh and fenfe indulge defpair:
For ever bleffed be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,
And find a refurrection there.
4 For ever bleffed be the Lord,
Who gives his faints a long reward
For all their toil, reproach and pain;
Let all below, and all above,
Join to proclaim thy wond'rous love,
And each repeat a loud amen.

PSALM XC,

Long Metre.

Man mertal, and God eternal.

A mournful fong at a funeral.

TH

I

'HROUGH ev'ry age, eternal God! Thou art our reft, our fafe abode ; High was thy throne ere heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 Long hadft thou reign'd ere time began, Or duft was fafhion'd into man; And long thy kingdom fhall endure, When earth and time fhall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity :

Thy dreadful fentence, Lord, was juft, "Return, ye finners, to your duft." 4 [A thoufand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account;

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Like yesterday's departed light,
Or the last watch of ending night.]

PAUSE.

5 Death, like an overflowing ftream,
Sweeps us away: our life's a dream ;
An empty tale; a morning flow'r,
Cut down and wither'd in an hour.

6 [Our age to feventy years is fet:
How fhort the term! how frail the state !
And if to eighty we arrive,

We rather figh and groan than live. 7 But O how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years; Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the pow'r that ftrikes us dead.] 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man! And kindly lengthen out our fpan, Till a wife care of piety

Fit us to die and dwell with thee,

PSALM XC. ft Part.

Ver. 1-5

O"

Com. Metre.

Man frail, and God eternal.
UR God, our help in ages paft,
Our hope for years to come,
Our fhelter from the ftormy blast,
And our eternal home.

2 Under the fhadow of thy throne
Thy faints have dwelt fecure ;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,.
And our defence is fure.

3 Before the hills in order flood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,

From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the fame.

4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
"Return, ye fons of men :"
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

5 A thoufand ages, in thy fight,
Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rifing fun.

6 [The bufy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And loft in following years.

7 Time, like an ever-rolling ftream,
Bears all its fons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.

8 Like flow'ry fields the nations ftand,
Pleas'd with the morning light:
The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand
Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.]

9 Our God, our help in ages paft,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles laft,
And our eternal home.

PSALM XC.

2d Part.

Com. Metre.

Ver. 8, 11, 9, 10, 12.

Infirmities and mortality the effect of fin; or, life, old age, and preparation for death.

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ORD, if thine eyes furvey our faults,

'Land juftice grows fevere,