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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; And all, beyond that short account,
Is sorrow, toil, and pain. 5 Almighty God, reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone :
Breathing after Heaven.
ETURN, O God of love, return;
Earth is a tiresome place : 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; Then shall our souls thy glory know,
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. 1 HE
E, that hath made his refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
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: “I, 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,
Grows pure, 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.
8 " Those that on earth my name have known,
« I'll honour them in heav'n; * There my salvation shall be shown, “ And endless life be giv'n." PSALM 92. First Part. L. M.
A psalm for the Lord's day. 1 SWEET is the work,
my God, my King: To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal care shall seize my breast :
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word:
How deep thy counsels! how divine !
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die:
grass they flourish, 'till thy breath
heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my
head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
Nor Satan break my peace again.
All I desir'd or wish'd below:
PSALM 92. Second Part. L. M.
In gardens planted by thy hand :
Like a young cedar fresh and green.
Blest with thine influ'nce from above;
Yields such a comely sight as these.
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
The Lord is holy, just and true;
PSALM 93. L. M.
The cternal and sovereign God.
Girded with majesty and might ;
Still on its first foundation stands.
Or had its first foundation laid ;
Thyself the ever-living God.
And aim their rage against the skies ;
At thy rebuke the billows die,
Thy promise stands for ever sure ;