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- PSALM LXXXIX. 30, &c. Fifth part.
The covenant of grace unchangeable; or, Afliction

without rejection.
ET (faith the Lord) if David's race,

The children of my Son,
Should break my laws, abuse my grace,

And tempt mine anger down:
2 Their fins l'll visit with the rod,

And make their folly smart;
But I'll not cease to be their God,

Nor from my truth depart.
3 My cor’nant I will ne'er revoke,

But keep my grace in mind;
And what eternal love hath spoke,

Eterna: truth shall bind.
4 Once have I sworn (1 deed no more)

And pledg'd my holiness,
To seal the facred promise sure

To David and his race.
5 The sun shall see his offspring rise

And spread from sea to fea,
Long as he travels round the skies

To give the nations day.
O Sure as the moon that rules the night

His kingdom shall endure,
Till the fix'd laws of shade and light

Shall be observ'd no more.

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PSALM LXXXIX. 47, &c. Sixth Part.

Long Metre.
Mortality and hope.

A funeral Plalm.
Emember, Lord, our mortal ftate,

How frail our life, how short the date !
Where is the man that draws his breath

Safe from disease, secure from death? 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,

Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
“ Must death for ever rage and reigo?

" Or haft thou made mankind ja vain? 3

“ Where is thy promise to the just!
Are not thy fervants turn'd to dust!"
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,

And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4. That glorious hour, that dreadful day

Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honour of thy word;
Awake our fouls and bless the Lord.


PSALM LXXXIX. 47, &c. Last Part.

As the 113th Plalm.
Life, death, and the resurrection.
Hink, mighty God, on feeble man;

How few his hours, how short his fpar!
Short from the cradle to the grave.
Who can secure his vital breath
Against the bold demands of death,

With skill to fly, or pow'r to fave? 2 Lord, shall it be for ever faid,

“ The race of man was only made


66 For fickness, forrow, and the duft!" Are not thy fervants day by day Sent to their graves, and turn’d to clay?

Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? 3 Haft thou not promis'd to thy Son, And all his feed a heav'nly crown?

But flesh and sense indulge despair;
For ever blessed be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,

And find a resurrection there.
4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who gives his faints a long reward,

For all their toil, reproach, and paia;
Let all below, and all above,
Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,

And each repeat their loud Amen.



PSALM XC. Long Metre.
Man mortal, and God eternal,

A mournful foog at a funeral.
HRO' ev'ry age, eternal God,

Thou art our rest, our safe abode:
High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made,

Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 2 Long hadlt thou reigo'd e'er time began,

Or duft was fashion'd to a man;
And long thy kingdom fhall endure,

When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die,

Alade up of guilt and vanity:
Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just,
56. Retara, ye finners, to your duft."


4 (A thousand of our years amount

Scarce to a day in thine account;
Like yesterday's departed light
Or the last watch of ending night;]

5 Death, like an overflowing stream,

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 seventy years is set;

How short the term ! how frail the statement
And if to eighty we arrive,

We rather sigh and groan than live. 7 But O how oft thy wrath appears,

And cuts off our expected years!
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread;

We fear that pow'r that strikes us dead.] 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;

And kiodly lengthen out our span,
Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.

PSALM XC. 1,--5. First part. Common Metre.

Man frail, and God eternal.


UR God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home,
2 Under the shadow of thy throne

Thy faints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defence is fure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the fame.
4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,

“ Return ye fons of men :"
All nations rose from earth at first,

And turn to earth again.
5 A thousand ages in thy fight

Are like an ev'ning gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising fun.
6 (The busy tribes of flesh and blood

With all their lives and cares
Are carried downwards by the flood,

And loft in following years.
7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the op'ning day.
8 Like flow'ry fields the nations stand

Pleas'd with the moroing light;
The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand

Ly withering ere 'tis night.]
Our God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles laft,

And our eternal home,

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