-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;

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

C. M. 2nd 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 TE

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 flower 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.

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C. M. 3rd Part. Dorset. Bishopsgate. [b]

G-OD

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Ver. 9-13. Sick-bed Devotion.

OD of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;

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 powers 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 prepared 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. [*]

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V. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. A Song of Deliverance from Distress.

WAITED patient for the Lord;
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.

o 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.

o 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad;
The saints with joy shall hear ;
And sinners learn to make my C
Their only hope and fear.

God

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;
o My God beholds my heavy wo,
And bears me on his heart.

C. M. 2nd Part. Sunday. Bethlehem. [*] Ver. 6-9. The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ. d 1 HUS saith the Lord, 'Your work is vam, 'Give your burnt off'rings o'er;

THUS

'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 sinners' cries;

And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a sacrifice.

p 7 No blood of beasts, on altars shed, Could wash the conscience clean;

o But the rich sacrifice he paid

Atones for all our sin.

o 8 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook;
Thus by the woman's Promis'd Seed,
The serpent's head was broke.
L. M. Islington. [*]

Ver. 5-10. Christ our Sacrifice.

1[THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise,surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail,

My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
e 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt
-But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.

o 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears;
Assumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work so hard.
d 4 'Behold I come,' the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes;
'I come to bear the heavy load
'Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
5 "Tis written in thy great decree,
6 'Tis in the book foretold of me,
'I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
'And lo! thy law is in my heart.
6 'I'll magnify thy holy law,
'And rebels to obedience draw,
'When on my cross I'm lifted high,
'Or to my crown above the sky.

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7 'The Spirit shall descend and show

What thou hast done, and what I do;

"The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,

"Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.']

PSALM 41. L. M. Armley. Shoel. [*]
Ver. 1, 2, 3. The merciful Man.

LEST is the man, whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor; p Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do.

e He, in a time of general grief, -Shall find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head ; o When drought, and pestilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead.

e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiven; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

PSALM 42. C. M. 1st Part. Plymouth. [b] Ver. 1-5. Desertion and Hope.

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WITH earnest longings of the mind,

My God, to thee I look ; -So pants the hunted hart to find,

And taste the cooling brook.

e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?

e So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;

-The foe insults without control,
'And where's your God at last?"

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p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days;

Then to thy-house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?

Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?

-6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;

o For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love.

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L. M. Babylon. [*]

Ver. 6-11. Hope in Affliction.

P1 MY spirit sinks within me, Lord—

But I will call thy name to mind,