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9 “There's none of all my Sons above
“ So much my Inage, or my Love;
“ Was but a Shadow of my Son.”
Jesus her Saviour and her KING :
PSA L M XC. Metre i.
GOD, our Help in Ages past;
Our Hope for Years to come';
And our eternal Home.
Thy Saints have dwelt fecure;
And our Defence is sure.
Or Earth receivd her Frame,
To endlefs Years the fame.
Are like an Ev’ning gone.;
5 Time, like an ever-rolling Stream,
Bears all its Sons away;
Dies at the op’ning Day.
Pleas'd with the Morning-Light;
Lie with’ring ere 'tis Night. 7 O God, our Help in Agęs past, Our Hope for Years to c
come ; Be Thou our Guard whilft Life shall last,
And our eternal Home.
8 THOU,LORD, hast weigh’dour ev'ry Fault,
And thine all-searching Eyes : Mark and arrest each guilty Thought
Which veil'd in Darkness lies,
Before thy angry Blast;
Which fearce a Moment last.'
To threescore Years and ten;
Is Sorrow, Toil, and Pain.
And so our Hearts apply,
May reach Eternity.
12 Return, O LORD, and grant fome Rest
To all thy Servant's Woes;
To holy Joys difpofe !
13 Let Heav'n succeed our painful Years,
Let Sin and Sorrow cease;
So make our Joys increase.
Make thy own work complete ;
And own thy Love was great.
PSALM XC. Metre ii.
WHEE, LORD, their Refuge, Thee alone,
Thou, ere the Mountains rose to Birth,
For ever God!
2 A Thousand Years to thy Survey
Are as the Hours of Yesterday ;
No Trace behind,
3 Our Life, with all its Toil and Care,
Diffolves like Vapours in the Air ;
And scarce is seen,
4 Or like the Grass which springs to view,
By Show'rs refresh'd, or early Dew;
By closing Day 5 Thine Eyes our inmoft Guilt can read,
Thy Presence on each impious Deed
Thou JUDGE of All. 6 0 who thy Terrors juftly weighs ?
Who to thy Pow'r submissive pays Proportion'd Homage !--Teach us, Thou, To count Life's Moments as they fow,
And learn to die. PART II. 7 RETURN, O God of Hosts, return! How long thall we thine Absence mourn! Return, and let thy wonted Love Our Sins subdue, our Gricfs remove
With speedieít Aid. 8 O visit with enliv’ning Grace
Thy Servants lab’ring in Distress;
Their fainting Souls. 9 Thy bountcous Goodness, Lord, impart,
And fill with Joy each drooping Heart:
Beneath thy Smile.
10 On Souls devoted to be thine,
And on their Race, through Ages shine ;
Accept and bless.
All-pow'rful, wise, and good, and just, In ev'ry Age their fafe Abode,
Their Hope, thoir Refuge, and their Trust. 2 Great FATHER OF ETERNITY,
How short are Ages in thy Sight!
Like one short, filent Watch of Night! 3 Uncertain Life, how soon it flies !
Dream of an Hour, how short our Bloom !
Cut down ere Night to fill the Tomb. 4 Teach us to count our short’ning Days,
And with true Diligence apply
And tune our grateful Songs of Praise ;
Enliven all our future Days,
In sweet Proportion to our Pains,