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And flew their Sons, his careful Eye

Paft all the Doors of Jacob by.
8 But if the Fire, or Plague, or Sword

Receive Commission from the Lord
To strike his Saints among the rest,

Their very Pains and Deaths are bleft. 9

The Sword, the Pestilence or Fire
Shall but fulfil their best Desire ;
From Sins and Sorrows set them free,
And bring thy Children, Lord, to thee.
PSALM XCI. Third Version. Second Part.

Protection in Death.
E Sons of Men, a feeble Race,

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Come, make the Lord your Dwelling-Place,

And try, and trust his Care. 2 No Ill shall enter where

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Or if the Plague come nigh,
And sweep the Wicked down to Hell,

"Twill raise his Saints on high.
3
“ Because on me they set their Love,

" I'll save them (faith the Lord)
“ I'll bear their joyful Souls above

“ Destruction and the Sword.
“ My Grace shall answer when they call;

• In Trouble I'll be nigh:
" My Pow'r shall help them when they fall,

or'And raise them when they die.
5 “ Those who on Earth my Name have knowny

“I'll honor them in Heav'n;
“There my Salvation shall be shown,.-

“ And endless Life be giv'n.”

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Fourth Version. STEELE.

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PS A L M XCI.

Humble Reliance.
Y God, my Father, blissful Name!

I call thee mine,
May I with sweet Afsurance claim

Å Portion fo divine ?

O may

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Therefore no Ill fhall him befal,
Nor to his healthful Dwelling fhall

Any infectious Plague draw nigh.
6 The Lord will hear him when he prays,
Preserve and bless him all his Days,

His Joy and Honor fill increase ; And when with undifturb'd Content, His long and happy Life is spent,

His End will crown with endless Peace.

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PSALM XCI. Third Version. First Part. Watts.

E who hath made his Refuge God,

Shall find a most secure Abode; Shall walk all Day beneath his Shade,

And there at Night shall reft his Head. 2 Then will I say, “My God, thy Pow'r • Shall be

my

Fortress and my Tow'r : " I who am form'd of feeble Duft

Make thine almighty Arm my Trust." 3 For as a Hen protects her Brood

(From Birds of Prey that seek their Blood) Under her Feathers, so the Lord

Makes his own Arm his People's Guard. 4 If burning Beams of Noon confpire

To dart a pestilential Fire,
God is their Life; his Wings are spread

To fhield them with an healthful Shade. 5 If Vapors with malignant Breath

Rise thick, and scatter Midnight-Death,
Ifrael is safe : The poison'd Air

Grows pure, if Ifrael's God be there.
6 What tho’ a Thousand at thy Side,
At thy Right-Hand ten Thousand dy'd,
Thy God his chosen People saves

Among the Dead, amidst the Graves.
7 So when he sent his Angel down
To make his Pow'r in Egypt known,

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And slew their Sons, his careful Eye

Paft all the Doors of Jacob by.
8 But if the Fire, or Plague, or Sword

Receive Commission from the Lord
To strike his Saints among the rest,

Their very Pains and Deaths are bleft. 9

The Sword, the Pestilence or Fire
Shall but fulfil their best Desire;
From Sins and Sorrows set them free,
And bring thy Children, Lord, to thee.
PSA L M XCI. Third Version. Second Part.

Protection in Death.
E Sons of Men, a feeble Race,

Expos’d to ev'ry Snare,
Come, make the Lord your Dwelling-Place,

And try, and trust his Care. 2 No Ill shall enter where

you

dwell 1; Or if the Plague come nigh, And sweep the Wicked down to Hell,

'Twill raise his Saints on high. 3 “ Because on me they set their Love,

" I'll save them (saith the Lord) “ I'll bear their joyful Souls above

“ Destruction and the Sword.
My Grace shall answer when they call;
• In Trouble I'll be nigh: .
• My Pow'r shall help them when they fall,

And raise them when they die.
5
6. Those who on Earth my Name have known,

“ I'll honor them in Heav'n; “ There my Salvation shall be shown,..

“ And endless Life be giv'n.”

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PS A L M XCI. Fourth Version. STEELE.

Humble Reliance.
Y

Father, blissful Name
O may I call thee mine,
May I with sweet Assurance claim
A Portion so divine ?

2 This

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2 This only can my Fears controul,

And bid my Sorrows fly;
What Harm can ever reach my Soul

Beneath my Father's Eye?
3 Whate'er thy Providence denies,

I calmly would resign,
For thou art just, and good, and wife

O bend my Will to thine.
Whate'er thy sacred Will ordains,

O give me Strength to bear ;
And let me know my Father reigns,

And trust his tender Care,
5 If Pain and Sickness rend this Frame,

And Life almost depart,
Is not thy Mercy still the same,

To cheer my drooping Heart?
6 If Cares and Sorrows me surround,

Their Pow'r why should I fear?
My inward Peace they cannot wound,

If thou, my God, art near.
7 Thy fov’reign Ways are all unknown

To my weak, erring Sight ;
Yet let my Soul, adoring, own

That all thy Ways are right..
8 My God, my Father, be thy Name

My Solace and my Stay ;
O wilt thou feal my humble Claim,
And drive

my
Fears

away.

PSALM XCI. Fifth Version. STEELE:

Defiring Refignation and Thankfulness.
HEN I survey Life's varied Scene,

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WHAmid the darkelt Hours,

Sweet Rays of Comfort shine between,

And Thorns are mix'd with Flow'rs...
2 Lord, teach me to adore thy Hand,

From whence my Comforts flow;
And let me in this distant Land

A Glimpse of Canaan know.

3 Is Health and Ease my happy Share ?

O may I bless my God;
Thy Kindness let my Songs declare,

And spread thy Praise abroad.
4 While such delightful Gifts as these

Are kindly dealt to me,
Be all my Hours of Health and Ease

Devoted, Lord, to thee.
5 In Griefs and Pains thy sacred Word,

(Dear Solace of my Soul !) Celestial Comforts can afford,

And all their Pow'r controul..
6 Thy pow'rful Word supports my Hope,

Sweet Cordial of the Mind !
And bears my fainting Spirit up,

And bids me wait resign'd.
7 And O, whate'er of earthly Bliss

Thy sov'reign Hand denies, Accepted at thy Throne of Grace,

Let this Petition rise : 8 “ Give me a calm, a thankful Heart,

“ From ev'ry Murmur free; « The Bleffings of thy Grace impart,

" And let me live to thee. 9 • Let the sweet Hope that thou art mine,

My Path of Life attend; “ Thy Presence through my Journey thine,

" And bless its happy End.”

'HO

PSALM XCIL. First Version." MERRICK.

A Song of Praise.
OW bleft the Task, with fervent Heart

To summon from the tuneful Art
Its Succours, and thy Name record,

O thou, whom Nature owns her Lord !
2 Thy boundless Mercies, heav'nly King,

At Morning's earliest Hour to fing,
And, rapt in Praise, thy Truth to tell,
When Night's dark Shades around us dwell.

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