His high commands with rev'rence hear,
And tremble at his word.

a 2 How terrible thy glories rise!
How bright thy beauties shine!

e Where is the power with thee that vies? Or truth compar'd with thine?

g 3 The northern pole, and southern, rest
On thy supporting hand;

Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at thy command.

o 4 Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boist'rous deep;

Thou mak❜st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

-5 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine, And the dark world of hell :

e

a How did thine arm in vengeance shine,

When Egypt durst rebel!

g 6 Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet wondrous is thy grace:

o While truth and mercy, join'd in one, Invite us near thy face.

C. M. 3rd Part. Devizes. [*]

Ver. 15, &c.-A Blessed Gospel.

LEST are the souls, who hear and know

'B' The gospel's joyful sound;

Peace shall attend the paths they go,
And light their steps surround.
2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name:
His righteousness exalts their hope;
Nor Satan dares condemn.

o 3 The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives:

g Israel, thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives.

C. M. 4th Part. Mear. [*]

Ver. 19, &c.-Christ's Mediatorial Kingdom.
EAR what the Lord in vision said,

HE
Hand made his mercy known:
d'Sinners, behold your help is laid
'On my almighty Son.

2 'Behold the Man, my wisdom chose

Among your mortal race;

'His head my holy oil o'erflows,

"The Spirit of my grace.

03 High shall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;

'My arm shall beat his rivals down,
"And still new subjects bring.

-4 'My truth shall guard him in his way,
'With mercy by his side;

o 'While, in my name, o'er earth and sea 'He shall in triumph ride.

-5 'Me for his Father, and his God, 'He shall for ever own;

'Call me his Rock, his high Abode; 0 'And I'll support my Son.

g 6 'My first-born Son, array'd in grace,
'At my right hand shall sit;

'Beneath him angels know their place,
'And monarchs at his feet.

d 7 'My cov❜nant stands for ever fast;
My promises are strong;

'Firm as the heavens his throne shall last,
'His seed endure as long.'

C. M. 5th Part. St. Asaph's. [*]

Ver. 30, &c.-The Covenant of Grace, ordered and sure.

1 'YE!

TET,' saith the Lord, 'if David's race, "The children of my Son,

e 'Should break my laws, abuse my grace, 'And tempt mine anger down;

2 'Their sins I'll visit with the rod, 'And make their folly smart; -'But I'll not cease 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 shall bind.

e 4 Once have I sworn, (I need no more,)
'And pledg'd my holiness,
"To seal the sacred promise sure
'To David and his race:

o 5 'The sun shall see his offspring rise,
'And spread from sea to sea;

'Long as he travels round the skies, "To give the nations day.

g 6 'Sure, as the moon that rules the night, "His kingdom shall endure;

'Till the fix'd laws of shade and light Shall be observ'd no more.'

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L. M. 2nd Part. Pleyel's. [b]

V. 47, &c.-Mortality and Hope.-A Funeral Psalm. EMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life, how short our date! Where is the man, who draws his breath, Safe from disease, secure from death? -2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, p 'Must death for ever rage and reign? 'Or, hast thou made mankind in vain? 3 'Where is thy promise to the just? Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?' -But faith forbids these mournful sighs, o And sees the sleeping dust arise.

4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honour of thy word; s Awake our souls, and bless the Lord. P. M. Harlington. [b*]

Ver. 47, &c.-Life, Death, and the Resurrection.

e 1 THINK, mighty God, on feeble man; How few his hours, how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave:

e

e Who can secure his vital breath,
Against the bold demands of death,
With skill to fly, or power to save?

-2 Lord, shall it be for ever said,
d 'The race of man was only made
"For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?'

e Are not thy servants, day by day,

e

Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? -3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son,

And all his seed, a heavenly crown?
p But flesh and sense indulge despair;
o For ever blessed be the Lord,

That faith can read his holy word,
And find a resurrection there.

o 4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who gives his saints a long reward,
For all their toil, reproach, and pain:

s Let all below, and all above,

g

Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,

And each repeat their loud-AMEN.

PSALM 90. L. M. Carthage. Worship. [* b]

1 T

Man mortal, and God eternal.

HROUGH ev'ry age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode ; High was thy throne, e'er heaven was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 Long hadst thou reign'd, ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd into man;

And long thy kingdom shall endure,
When earth and time shall be no more.
e 3 But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity;

a Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just,-
d'Return, ye sinners, to your dust.'
-4 [A thousand of our years amount
Scarce to a day, in thine account;
Like yesterday's departed light,
Or the last watch of ending night.]

PAUSE.

-5 Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream;
p An empty tale; a morning flower,
Cut down and wither'd in an hour.
6 [Our age to seventy years is set:
How short the term! how frail the state!
And if to eighty we arrive,

We rather sigh and groan, than live.

7 But oh, how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years; Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead.] -8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span; Till a wise care of piety

Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.

C. M. 1st Part. Wantage. [b]

Ver. 1-5.—Men frail, and God eternal.

1 OUR God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:

2 Under the shadow of thy throne,
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3 [Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame;
From everlasting thou art God;
To endless years the same.

4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
'Return, ye sons of men ;'
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.]

5 A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carry'd downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.]

e 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

o 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand, Pleas'd with the morning light:

e The flowers, beneath the mower's hand Lie with❜ring, ere 'tis night.