Which rais'd at firft this curious frame
From mean and lifelefs duft.

2 A while these frail machines remain,
The fabrics of a day,

Then lose their vital powers again,
And moulder back to clay.

3 Yet, Lord, whate'er is felt or fear'd,
This thought is our repose,

That he, by whom our frame was rear'd,
Our numerous troubles knows.

4 Thou view'ft us with a pitying eye
While struggling with our load;
In pains and dangers thou art nigh,
Our Father, and our God.

5 Kindly fupported by thy love,
We go to realms of peace;

Where every pain fhall far remove,
And every frailty cease.

PSALM CII.

Secret devotion.

D.

I ALL-KNOWING GOD, thy piercing eye
Looks thro' the fhades of night;

In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-difcerning fight.

R

2 There

2 There shall that piercing eye furvey
My humble worship paid,

With every morning's dawning ray,
And every evening's fhade.

3 I'll leave behind each earthly care;
To thee my foul fhall foar;
While grateful praise, and fervent prayer
Employ the filent hour.

4 So fhall the fun in smiles arise;
The day fhall close in peace;

So wilt thou train me for the fkies,
Where joy fhall never cease.

PSALM CIIL

Encouragement from the prefence of God.

1 ART thou then with us, gracious Lord, To diffipate our fear?

Doft thou proclaim thy felf our God,

Our God for ever near?

D.

2 Doth thy right hand, which form'd the earth, And bears up all the skies,

Stretch forth to us its friendly aid
When dangers round us rise?

3 Doft thou a father's pity feel

For thine afflicted faints?

Doft thou with tenderest care prevent
Their needs and their complaints?

4 On thy fupport our fouls fhall lean,
And banish every care;

The gloomy vale of death will smile
If God be with us there.

5 While he's our ever-prefent help

In all our various ways,

The darkest shades thro' which we pafs
Shall hear our cheerful praife.

PSALM CIV.

D.

Shortness of life a motive to Chriftian diligence and friendship.

1 THE day approacheth, O my soul,
The great decifive day,

Which from the verge of mortal life
Must bear thee far away.

2 Yet doth a short propitious hour,
A precious hour remain :

Rife then, my foul, with vigor rife,
This must not pass in vain.

My better deeds before thee lie,
Nor are my faults forgot.

2 Each filent wifh devotion breathes
Is vocal to thine ear;
And all the fecrets of my life
Full in thine eye appear.

3 The vacant hour, the active day,
To thee I would approve,

4

By every care of piety,

And every work of love.

Each pleasing scene, thy gracious hand
Arrays in cheerful light;

And thy kind prefence, Lord, can gild
Affliction's gloomy night.

5 Beneath thy view thro' life I pass,

And in thy view I die;

Lord, when all mortal bonds fhall break,

Still may I find thee nigh.

PSALM CVIII.

D.

Afpirations after a devout temper and cheerful confidence in the wifdom of God.

1 PARENT of good we reft on thee:

Thy ever-wakeful eye,

Alone,

Alone, our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone fupply.

2 Oh, let thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our conduct guide;
That love fhall vainer loves expel,
That fear, all fears befide.

3 And fince, to error's power fubdu'd,
Too oft, with ftubborn will,
We blindly fhun the latent good,
And grafp the fpecious ill;

4 Not to our wish, but to our want
Do thou thy gifts fupply;
What thou deem'ft good, unafked, grant;
What ill, tho' ask’d, deny.

PSALM CIX.

The compaffion of God.

I HOPE of the wretched, thou alone

Canft every care control,

And with the cheerful smile of

Revive the fainting soul.

2 Did ever thine attentive ear

The humble plea disdain?

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