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And long thy kingdom fhall endure
When earth and time fhall be no more.

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3 But man, weak man is born to die
Mide up of guilt and vanity :
Thy dreadful sentence Lord was juft,
Return, ye finners to your duff.

4 [A thousand of our years amount
Scarceto a day in thine account;
Like yesterday's departed light,
Or the latwatch of ending night.]

PAUSE.

Death tike an overflowing fream,
Sweeps us away: our life's a dream:
An empty tale ;'a morning flow'r,
Cut down and wither'd in an hour;

6 [Our age to fev'nty years is fet:
How short the term! how frail the ftite!
And if to eighty we arrive,

We rather figh and groan than live.

7 But Oh! how oft thy writh appears,
and cuts off our expected years!

Thy wrath awakes our humbie dread:
We fear that pow'r which strikes us dead.]
8 Teach us O Lord how frail is man !
And kindly lengthen out our fpan,
"Till a wife care of piety

Fit us to die and dwell with thee..

PSALM XC. Fir Part. Com, metre.
Man, frail. God, eternal.

UR God, our help in ages paft,
Our hope for years to come,

Our Thelter from the ftormy blast,
And our eternal home!

2 Under the fhadow of thy throne,
Thy faints have dwelt fecure:

Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is fure.

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Before the hills in order (tood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art Ged, To endlefs years the fame.

4 Thy word commands our flesh to duft,
Returnye Sons of men ;

All nations rofe from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

5 A thousand ages in Thy fight
Are like an ev'ring gone;

Short as the watch which ends the night
Before the Rifing fun.

6 [The bufy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carry'd downwards by the flood,
And loft in foll'wing years

7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its fons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.

8 Like flow'ry fields the nations ftand,
Pleas'd with the morning light;
The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand
Lie with ring e'er 'tis night.]

9 Our God, our help in ages paft,

Our hope for years to come

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Be thou our guard while troubles laft,
And our eternal home.

PSALM XC. Second part.

Infirmities and mortality the effect of fin; or, Life, old age, and preparation for Death.

LORD, if thine eyes furvey our faults,
And juftice grow fevere,

Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts
And burns beyond our fear.

2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust ;
By one offence to thee,
Adam, with all his fons, have loft
Their immortality.

3 Life, like a vain amusement, flies,
A fable or a fong:

By fwift degrees our nature dies,
Nor can our joys be long.

'Tis but a few whofe days amount
To threefcore years and ten;
And all beyond that fhort account
Is forrow, toil, and pain.

[Our vitals, with labor'ous ftrife,
Bear up the crazy load:
And drag thofe poor remains of life
Along the tirelome road.]

6 Almighty God, revcal thy love.
And not thy wrath alone:
O let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne!

Our fouls would learn the heav'nly art
T'improve the hours we have;
That we ray at the wiler part,
And live beyond the grave.

PSALM XC. Third Part.

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Breathing after Heaven.

RETURN, O God of love, return!

Earth is a tirefome place :

How long fhall we thy children mourn Our abfence from thy face?

2 Let heav'n fucceed our painful years: Let fin and forrow ceafe:

Let mercy wipe away our tears,
And make our joys increase.

3 Thy wonders to thy fervants fhow:
Make Thy own work complete ;
Then that our fouls thy glory know,
And own thy love was great.

4 Then fhall we fhine, before thy throne,
In all thy beauty, Lord;
And the poor fervice we have done
Meet undeferv'd reward.

PSALM XC. Short metre.
The frailty and fhortness of Life.

LORD what a feeble piece

Is this our mortai frame!
Our life, how poor a trifle tis,
Which fearce deferves the name!

2 Alas the brittle elay

Which built our body firft! And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day 'Tis moulding back to duft. 3 Our moments fly a pace, Nor will our minutes ftay; Juft like a flood, our hafty days Are fweeping us away.

4 Well, if our days muft fly,

We'll keep their end in fight:
We'll fpend them all in wifdom's way,
And let them fpced their flight.

5 They'll waft us fooner o'er

This life's tempeft'ous fea :
Soon we fhail reach the peaceful shore
Of bleft eternity.

PSALM XC1. First part. Long metre.
Safety in public dileales and dangers.

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HE who hath made his refuge. God.
Shall find a myft fecure abode ;

Shall walk all day beneath his fhade,
And there at night, fhall ret his head.

2 Then will i fay," My God, thy pow'r
"Shall be my fortress and my tow'r:
", who am form'd of feebie duft,
"Make thine Almighty arm my trust."

Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care Shall keep me from the fowler's fhare! Satan, the towier, who betrays Unguarded fouis, a thousand ways. 4 Juft as a hen protects her brood (From birds of prey which feek their blood) Urder her feathers; b, the Lord Makes his Own Arm his people's guard. 5 If burning beams of noon confpire. To dart a peftilential fire,

God is their life; is Wings are fpread
To fhield them with a healthful fhade.
6 If vapours, with malignant breath,
Rife thick. and featter midnight death,
Ir'el is fafe: the poifon'd air
Grows pure, if Ifr'el's God be there.

PAUSE.

7 What though a thousand at thy fide,
At thy right hand ten thousand dy'd?
Thy God his chofen people faves
Among the dead, amidst the graves !
8 So when he fent his angel dowa
To make h's wrath in Egypt known,
And flew their fons, his careful eye
Pafs'd all the doors of Jacob by".

9 But, if the fire, or plague or fvor 1,
Receive commiffion from the Lord,
To Arike his faints, among the reft,
Their very pains and deaths are bie

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