Your hearts, ye mourners, they will heal, And dry the tears ye fhed.

2 Tempted no more, diftrefs'd no more,
They are freed from every care;
Their work is done, their fears are o'er,
And sweet their prospects are.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They live to thee, O Lord;

The labours of their mortal life

End in a large reward.

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PSALM XXXI.

Hope after death from the refurrection of Christ.

I BLESS'D be the everlasting God,

The father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador’d.

2 When from the dead he call'd his fon,
And rais'd him to the skies,

He bade us hope that we, like him,
Shall to that glory rise.

3 What tho' the wife decree of heaven Hath doom'd this flesh to dust,

Yet fince our great exemplar rofe,
His faithful followers must.

There's an inheritance divine
Referv'd against that day;
Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot waste away.

5 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till this falvation come;

We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till he fhall call us home.

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PSALM XXXII.

Vanity and folly of mere outward worship.

1 GOD is a spirit, just and wife,

He fees the inmoft mind

In vain to heaven we fend our cries
And leave our fouls behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor e'er appears,
The painted hypocrite is known
Thro' the disguise he wears.

3 His lifted eye falutes the fkies, The ground his bended knees;

But

But no fuch heartlefs facrifice

An holy God can please.

4 Lord, fearch our thoughts, and try our ways,

And make our fouls fincere;

That we may ftand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

PSALM XXXIII.

God our perpetual preferver.

1 HOW do thy mercies, Lord, abound,
How mighty is thine hand!

Ten thousand fnares our path furround,
And yet fecure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power
Which form'd us with a word;
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The evening refts our weary head,
And mercy guards the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.

4 The rifing morning can't affure That we shall end the day; L.2

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5

For death ftands ready at the door
To snatch our lives away.

God is our fun whofe daily light
Our joy and safety brings;

Our feeble frame lies fafe at night
Beneath his guardian wings.

PSALM XXXIV.

Frailty and importance of life.

1 THEE we adore, eternal name,
And bow to thy decree:

Thou, Lord, for ever art the same;
How frail, how feeble we!

2 Our wafting lives grow fhorter still, As months and days increase;

3

And every beating pulfe we tell
Leaves the fmall number lefs..

The years

roll on and fteal away

The breath which first they gave; Where'er we go, where'er we stay, We are trav'lling to the grave.

4 Dangers ftand thick thro' all the ground, To push us to the tomb;

And

And fierce diseases wait around,

To execute our doom.

5 Great God, on what a flender thread
Hang everlasting things!
The eternal ftate of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy or unknown woe
Depends on every breath;
And yet how unconcerned we go
Even on the brink of death!

7 Awake, awake each active power
To walk this dangerous road;
That when our pilgrimage is o'er,
Our home may be with God.

PSALM XXXV.

Frailty and importance of life.

1 IF others, confident and vain,

Nor death, nor danger fear,
We would a ferious fenfe maintain
That death is ever near.

2 Just like the grass our bodies stand; It flourishes to-day,

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