THIRD PART. Colch

Ver. 23-37. The Righteous
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Though they should fall, they Thy hand supports them still 2 The Lord delights to see the Their virtue he approves; He'll ne'er deprive them of his Nor leave the men he loves. 3 The heavenly heritage is the Their portion and their home He feeds them now, and makes Of blessings long to come. o 4 [Wait on the Lord, ye sons Nor fear when tyrants frown; Ye shall confess their pride was When justice casts them dow

5 The haughty sinner I have se
Not fearing man, nor God;
Like a tall bay-tree, fair and g
Spreading his arms abroad.

-6 And, lo, he vanish'd from the
Destroyed by hands unseen;
e Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf,
Where all that pride had bee
d 7 But mark the man of righteou
His several steps attend;
o True pleasure runs through all
And peaceful is his end.

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thy command;
murm'ring word,
ist'ning hand.

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the dust;

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auty's lost.

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num'rous race.

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PRALING

-2 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;

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

C. M. SECOND PART. Bangor. Canterbury. [b]
Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7. The Vanity of Man as mortal.
EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;

1

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 flow'r 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 fond desires recal;

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

C. M.

THIRD PART. Dorset. Bishopsgate. [b]

Ver. 9-13. Sick-bed Devotion.

P1 G Behold the pains I feel;

NOD of my life, look gently down,

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

-2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
I'll not attempt a murm'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 pow'rs 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 prepar'd to go,
When I the summons hear.

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

o 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 Distress. WAITED patient for the Lord;

e 1

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.

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.

e 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.

C. M. SECOND PART. Sunday. Bethlehem. [*] Ver. 6-9. The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ. d 1 HUS saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt off'rings o'er;

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"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.']

o 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.

e 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart,
He pitied sinner's cries;

And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a sacrifice.

p7 No blood of beasts, on altars shed, Could wash the conscience clean;

o But the rich sacrifice he paid

Atones for all our sin.