Thine anger turns our frame to dust;

By one offence to thee,
Adam and all his sons have lost

Their immortality.
3 Life, like a vain amusement flies,

A fable or a song:
By swift degrees our nature dies,

Nor can our joys be long.
4 'Tis but a few, whose days amount

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 :
O let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne !
PSALM 90. Fourth Part. c.'M.

Breathing after Heaven.
R

ETURN, O God of love, return;

Earth is a tiresome place : How long shall we, thy children, mourn

Our absence from thy face?
2 Let heav'n succeed our painful years,

Let sin and sorrow cease;
And, in proportion to our tears,

So make our joys increase.
3 Thy wonders to thy servants show,

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;
And, the poor service, we have done,

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,
Satan, the tempter, who betrays

Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4. Just as a hen protects her brood

From birds of prey, that seek their blood,
Under her feathers; so the Lord

Makes his own arm his people's guard. 5. If burning beams of noon conspire

To dart a pestilential fire,
God is their life : his wings are spread

To shield them, with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath

Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
Israel is safe : the poison'd air

Grows pure, if Israel's God be there. 7 What tho' a thousand at thy side,

At thy right hand ten thousand died ;
Thy God his chosen people saves

Among the dead, amid the graves.
8 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,

Receive commission from the Lord,
To strike his saints among the rest;
Their very pains and deaths are blest.

9 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire :
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. -
PSALM 91. Second Part.

Second Part. C. M.
Protection from evil, guard of angels, and salvation.
'
TE sons of men, a feeble race,

Expos'd to ev'ry snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place,

And try, and trust his care.
2 No ill shall enter where you dwell ;

Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,

'Twill raise his saints on high.
3 He'll give his angels charge to keep

Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow, while you sleep,

And guard your happy days.
4 Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall,

And dash against the stones : Are they not servants at his call,

And sent t'attend his sons ?
5 Adders and lions ye shall tread;

The tempter's viles defeat :
For he that broke the serpent's head

Puts him beneath your feet.
6 “Because on me they set their love,

“ 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 :
O! may my heart in tune be found,

Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine !

How deep thy counsels! how divine !
4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high;

Like brutes they live, like brutes they die:
Like

grass they flourish, 'till thy breath
Blasts them in everlasting death.
5 But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refind

my

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;
My inward foes shall all be slain ;

Nor Satan break my peace again.
7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know

All I desir'd or wish'd below:
And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

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PSALM 92. Second Part. L. M.

Aged saints.
LORD, ?tis a pleasant thing to stand

In gardens planted by thy hand :
Let me within thy courts be seen,

Like a young cedar fresh and green.
K2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,

Blest with thine influ'nce from above;
Not Lebanon with all its trees

Yields such a comely sight as these.
3 The plants of grace shall ever live ;
Nature decays, but grace must thrive;
Time, that doth all things else impair,

Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age, they show

The Lord is holy, just and true;
None, that attend his gates, shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

PSALM 93. L. M.

The cternal and sovereign God.
JEHOVAH reigns : He dwells in light,

Girded with majesty and might ;
The world, created by his hands,

Still on its first foundation stands.
2 But ere this spacious world was made,

Or had its first foundation laid ;
Thy throne eternal ages stood,

Thyself the ever-living God.
3 Like floods the angry nations rise,

And aim their rage against the skies ;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!

At thy rebuke the billows die,
4 For ever shall thy throne endure;

Thy promise stands for ever sure ;

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