N. V. XXXIX. 1.-(4. 6, 7. 12, 13.) LORD, let me know my term of days, Why then should I on worthless toys, How soon my life will end ; With anxious care attend ? The num'rous train of ills disclose, On Thee alone my stedfast hope Which this frail state attend. Shall ever, Lord, depend. Man like a shadow rainly walks, Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears, With fruitless cares oppress'd; And listen to my prayer; As all my fathers were. My wasted strength restore ; And shall be seen no more. + SOUTHWELL. S. M. From a Psalter printed by H. DENIAM. 1588. XXXIX. (II.) : LORD! let me know mine end, At Thy rebuke, the bloom My days, how brief their date, Of man's vain beauty flies; That I may timely comprehend And grief shall, like a moth, consume How frail my best estate. All that delights our eyes. My life is but a span, Mine age as nought with Thee ; Man, in his highest honour, man Is dust and vanity. Have pity on my fears, Hearken to my request, But give the mourner rest. A shadow even in health, Disquieted with pride, O spare me yet, I pray! A while my strength restore, And seen on earth no more. + LINCOLN. C. M. From RAVENSCROFT'S Psalter, 1621. d 로 XLII. N. V. As pants the hart for cooling streams, For Thee, my God, the living God, pine : So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, O when shall I behold Thy face, And Thy refreshing grace. Thou Majesty divine ? Hope still, and thou shalt sing Thy health's eternal spring. Director of Music at Leipsig. 1655. From Havergal's . Old Church Psalmody.' Nassau. 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7. did XLIV. LORD, to as our sires have told Not by mortal's feeble sword, All Thy wondrous deeds of old, Not by arm of flesh, O Lord, How Thy strong and powerful hand But by Thine, and Thine alone, Drove the heathen from the land, Were their num'rous foes o'erthrown, How with peace Thy people bless'd Thine the voice the world obeys; Enter'd on their promised rest. Lord, to Thee be all the praise. LI. N. V. IIAVI *AVE mercy, Lord, on me, Make me to hear with joy Thy kind forgiving voice; May with fresh strength rejoice. Wash off my foul offence, The joy Thy favour gives Let me again obtain ; My fainting soul sustain. A broken spirit is By God most highly prized; Shall never be despised, * Educated in the Chapel Royal, Organist of St. Ciement Dane and St. Bride. |
