3 "Be thou my prophet, thou my priest, 4 "There's none of all my faints above, WATTS Pfalm LXXXIX. S. P. L. M. [* or b] Divine Sovereignty, and Public Worship. HAT feraph of celeftial birth, WH To vie with Ifrael's God fhall dare? Or who among the fons of earth Can with the mighty God compare? 2 Lord God of armies, who can boast Of ftrength and power like thine renown'd? Of fuch a numerous faithful hoft As that which does thy throne furround? 3 Thou doft the raging fea control, And change the furface of the deep; The world, and all that it contains, 5 Happy, thrice happy they, who hear Plaim XC. BEFORE Common Metre. God's Eternity, and Man's Mortality. EFORE the hills in order flood, Or earth receiv'd her frame; From everlafting, thou art GOD, To endlefs years the fame. 2 Thy word commands our flesh to duft, All nations rofe from earth at first,. 3 A thoufand ages in thy fight, Are like an evening gone; TATE. Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising fun. Time, like an ever-running ftream, Bears all its fons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 5 'Tis but a few whofe days amount To threefcore years and ten; [b] And all beyond that short account Pfalm XC. Long Metre. TH WATTS. [* or b] Divine Protection through every Age. Their pleafing home, their fafe abode, 5 So when this pilgrimage is o'er, And we muft dwell on earth no more, 6 To thee our infant race we'll leave, DODDRIDGE Plalm XC. Shart Metre. [b] LORD, The Shortness of Life. ORD, what a feeble piece That built our body first! This life's tempestuous fea; Then fhall we reach the peaceful fhore Of bleft eternity. WATTS. Pfalm XCI. Common Metre. [or] Divine Protection, Refignation and Gratitude. Bright rays of comfort fhine between, No harm can ever reach my foul, 3 Whate'er thy facred will ordains, And let me know my Father reigns, 4 If pain and fickness rend this frame, Is not thy mercy ftill the fame, Thy goodness let my fong declare, 6 While fuch delightful gifts as thefe 7 Be all my hours of health and ease If cares and forrows me furround, 8 Thy fov'reign ways are all unknown Mrs. STEELE. Pralm XCII. Long Metre. W For the Lord's Day. ELCOME, thou day of facred reft! No mortal cares fhall fill my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of folemn found. My heart fhall triumph in my Lord, And blefs his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they fine How deep thy counfels, how divine! |