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5 O let me (rais’d by Thee) no more

The Absence of thine Aid deplore ; ,
God of my Life, recede not far,
But haste, and make that Life thy Care.


Metre i,

EACH me the Measure of my Days,

Thou MAKER of my Frame !
I would survey Life's narrow Space,

And learn how frail I am.
2 A Span is all that we can boaft,

An Inch or two of Time
Man is but Vanity and Dust,

In all his Flow'r and Prime,
3 See the vain Race of Mortals move,

Like Shadows o'er the Plain;
They rage and strive, defire and love,

But all their Noise is vain.
4 Some walk in Honour's gaudy Show,

Some dig for golden (re; They toil for Heirs, they know not who,

And strait are seen no more,
s What should I wish or wait for then,

From Creatures, Earth and Duft?
They make our Expectations vain,

And disappoint our Trust.
Now I forbid my carnal Hope,

My fond Defires recall;
I give my mortal Int'reit up,
And make


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Teach me the Measure of my Days, Teach me to know how frail I am,

And spend the Remnant to thy Praise. 32 My Days are shorter than a Span, A little Point


Life appears ;
How frail at beít is dying Man!

How vain are all his Hopes and Fears! 3 Vain his Ambition, Noife and Show!

Vain are the Cares which rack his Mind;
He heaps up Treasures mix'd with Woe

He dies, and leaves them all behind, 4 O be a nobler Portion mine!

My God, I bow before thy Throne,
Earth’s fleeting Treasure I resign,

And fix my Hope on Thee alone. 5 Save me by thy Almighty Arm

From all my Sins, and cleanse my Faults ;
Then Guilt nor Folly shall alarm

My Soul-nor vex my peaceful Thoughts. 6 Beneath the chast ning of thy Hand,

Let not my Heart or Tongue repine ;
But silent and submissive bend,

And bear the Stroke because 'tis thine. 7 Saviour all-gracious, hear my cry,

Pity my Tears, and heal my Woe!
As were my Fathers, so am I,
A wretched Stranger here below.

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8 O spare me, and my Strength restore,

Ere my few hafty Minutes fee;
And when my Days on Earth are o'er,
Let me for ever dwell with Thee.

PSALM XXXIX. Metre iii.



Let me, heav'nly LORD, extend

My View to Life's approaching End,
And, lesson'd by thy Wisdom, learn
How soon


Fabric shall return To Earth, and in the silent Tomb,

Its Seat of lasting Rest assume. 2 What are my Days ! ( a Span their Line)

And what my Age compar'd with thine!
Our Life advancing to its Close,
While scarce its earliest Dawn it knows,
Swift like a Aeeting Shade we run,

And Vanity and Man are one.
3 O how thy Chastisements impair

The human Form, however fair!
As when the fretting Moths consume
The Labour of the curious Loom,
The Texture fails, the Dyes decay,

And all its Luftre fades away.
4 God of my Fathers ! Here, as they,

I walk the Pilgrim of a Day,
A transient Guest, thy Works admire,
And instant to my Home retire;
Where then shall I my Refuge fee?'
On whom repose my Hope but Thee?

5 Before thy Throne my Knees I bend;

To Thee my ceaseless Pray’rs ascend :-
“O spare me, Lord, awhile O spare,
“My Strength renew, my Heart prepare,
“ Ere Life's short Circuit wander'd o’er,
“ I perish, and am seen no more."

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Meekly waited for the LORD,

He bow'd to hear my Cry:
He saw me resting on his Word,

And brought Salvation nigh.

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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.
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.
4 I'll spread His Works of Grace abroad;

The Saints with Joy shall hear,
And Sinners learn to make my God

Their only Hope and Fear.
5 How many are thy Thoughts of Love !

Thy Mercies, LORD, how great! Nor Words nor Hours sufficient prove Their Numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,

And Light and Peace depart;
My God beholds my heavy Woe,

And bears me on his Heart.


7 THUS faith the LORD, “Your Work is vain,

“Give your Burnt-Off'rings o'er ; « In dying Goats and Bullocks Alain

“My Soul delights no more.” 8 Then spake the SAVIOUR, “Lo! I'm here,

« My God, to do thy Will;
« Whate'er thy sacred Books declare

“Thy Servant fhall fulfil.
9 “ Thy Law is ever in my Sight,

“ I keep it near my Heart; « Mine Eyes are open’d with Delight

“ To what thy Lips impart.” 10 Thus He reveal'd his Father's Grace,

And thus his Truth He shew'd,
And preach'd the Way of Righteousness

Where great Assemblies stood.
II His Father's Honour touch'd his Heart,

He pity'd Sinners' Cries,
And, to fulfil a SAVIOUR'S Part,

Was made a Sacrifice.
12 No Blood of Beasts on Altars shed

Could wash the Conscience clean;
But the rich Sacrifice He paid,

Atones for all our Sin.

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