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PSALM LXXXIX. Fourth Version. Third Part.
A blesed Gospel.
The Gospel's joyful Sound;
And Light their Steps surround.
Thro’ their Redeemer's Name;
Let all his Grace proclaim.
Strength and Salvation gives : Ifrael, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.
Christ's mediatorial Kingdom.
And made his Mercy known :
“ The Spirit of my Grace.
“ My People's better King ;
“ 'And still new Subjects bring.
" With Mercy by his Side,
“He shall in Triumph ride.
“ He shall for ever own,
6 “My first-born Son array'd in Grace
“At my Right-Hand shall fit;
“ And Monarchs at his Feet.
My Promises are strong ;
“ His Seed endure as long."
PSALM LXXXIX. Fifth Verfion, WATTH
A Funeral Pfalm.
How few his Hours! how short his Span!
With Skill to fly, or Pow'r to save ?
“ For Sickness, Sorrow and the Duft ?*** Are not thy Servants Day by Day Sent to their Graves, and turn'd' to Clay!
Lord, where's thy Kindness to the Just?
But Flesh and Sense indulge Despair ;
And find a Resurrection there.
For all their Toil, Reproach, and Pain :
And each repeat their loud Amen.
First Part. MERRICK.
God's Eternity, and Man's Mortality,
E ere yet theiM
urmaihe Profee Bana
their Form the Heav'ns and Earth
Haft shone; and shalt for ever shine.
In short Extension haft affign'd
to their native Duft descend.
Cropt like the Plant, they fade and die.
If aught of Life remain behind,
Indulge us, ere her Debt we pay,
And added Age but lengthen’d Woe;
And vanish from the Eye of Man.
To count Life's Moments as they flow,
PSALM XC. First Version. , Second Part.
ETURN, all-potent Lord, return :
O let us not thy Absence mourn,
From earliest Age thy People own.
In thee the Righteous are secure ;
3 And while, new Scenes of Hope to view
Disclos’d, our Labor we pursue,
That Hope confirm, that Labor bless.
Satiety of Bliss shall yield;
God eternal and Man mortal.
Or th’ Earth and World didit frame,
And ever art the fame.
Of which he first was made;
'Tis instantly obey'a.
Are like a Day that's paft,
Whose Hours unminded waste.
We vanish hence like Dreams;
The Sun's reviving Beams.
Its Morning-Beauty shows;
Before the Ev'ning close.
An Age that few furvive;
To eighty we arrive;
To Sorrow turn'd, and Pain;
And we no more remain.
8 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain Sum
Of our short Days to mind,
May ever be inclin'd.
Give thou our Work Success :
Do thou vouchsafe to bless.
PSALM XC. Third Version. Warts.
A Pfalm for a Funeral.
Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode;
Or Earth thy humble Footstool laid.
Or Duft was fashion'd to a Man ;
When Earth and Time shall be no more.
Scarce to a Day in thine Account;
Or the laft Watch of ending Night. 4 Death like an overflowing Stream
Sweeps us away; our Life's a Dream
Cut down and witherd in an Hour. 5 Our Age to seventy Years is set;
How short the Term! how frail the State !
We rather figh and groan than live. 6 But O how oft thy Hand appears,
And cuts off our expected Years !
We fear the Pow'r that strikes us dead. 7 us, O Lord, how frail is Man;
And kindly lengthen out our Span,