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5 O let me (rais’d by Thee) no more
The Absence of thine Aid deplore ; ,
Thou MAKER of my Frame !
And learn how frail I am.
An Inch or two of Time
In all his Flow'r and Prime,
Like Shadows o'er the Plain;
But all their Noise is vain.
Some dig for golden (re; They toil for Heirs, they know not who,
And strait are seen no more,
From Creatures, Earth and Duft?
And disappoint our Trust.
My fond Defires recall;
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 vain are all his Hopes and Fears! 3 Vain his Ambition, Noife and Show!
Vain are the Cares which rack his Mind;
He dies, and leaves them all behind, 4 O be a nobler Portion mine!
My God, I bow before thy Throne,
And fix my Hope on Thee alone. 5 Save me by thy Almighty Arm
From all my Sins, and cleanse my Faults ;
My Soul-nor vex my peaceful Thoughts. 6 Beneath the chast ning of thy Hand,
Let not my Heart or Tongue repine ;
And bear the Stroke because 'tis thine. 7 Saviour all-gracious, hear my cry,
Pity my Tears, and heal my Woe!
8 O spare me, and my Strength restore,
Ere my few hafty Minutes fee;
PSALM XXXIX. Metre iii.
Let me, heav'nly LORD, extend
My View to Life's approaching End,
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!
And Vanity and Man are one.
The human Form, however fair!
And all its Luftre fades away.
I walk the Pilgrim of a Day,
5 Before thy Throne my Knees I bend;
To Thee my ceaseless Pray’rs ascend :-
Meekly waited for the LORD,
He bow'd to hear my Cry:
And brought Salvation nigh.
2 He rais’d me from a horrid Pit,
Where mourning long I lay ;
Deep Bonds of miry Clay.
And taught my cheerful Tongue
In a new, thankful Song.
The Saints with Joy shall hear,
Their only Hope and Fear.
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;
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;
“Thy Servant fhall fulfil.
“ 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,
Where great Assemblies stood.
He pity'd Sinners' Cries,
Was made a Sacrifice.
Could wash the Conscience clean;
Atones for all our Sin.