3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home ; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs 4 The haughty finner have I feen, 5 And lo, he vanifh'd from the ground, 6 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, Trae pleafure runs through all his ways, WATTS. Pfalṁ XXXVIII. ver. 9, 10. C. M. [5] Confulation in Death.. My Soul, the awful hour will come, To bear this body to the tomb, And thee to scenes unknown. 2 My heart, long labouring with its woes, And you my eyelids, foon fhall clofe 3 Whence, in that hour, thall I receive When, if the richest were my friends, 4 Great King of nature and of grace, And opens all its deep diftrefs 5 All my defires to thee are known, The meaning of each broken groan 6 O place me by that mighty power Where darkness veils the eyes no more, Pfalm XXXIX. TE DODDRIDGE. Common Metre. [b] Man's Mortality. EACH me the measure of my days, I would furvey life's narrow space, 2 A fpan is all that we can boast, 3 They rage and ftrive, defire and love, 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow, They toil for heirs, they know not who, 5 What should I with or wait for then 6 This fruitless fearch no more be mine,. Such hopes I now recal; I My earthly profpects I refign, WATTS. Pfalm XL. First Part. C. M. [b] WAITED patient for the Lord, 3 Firm on a rock he made me ftand, 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad, 5 What mercies fill my wond'ring view! Life is too fhort, and words too few, 6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low, F WATTS. Praim XL. Sec. Part. C. M. [*] The Divine Million and Sacrifice of Chrift. HUS faith the Lord, "Your work is vain, T Give your burnt offerings o'er ; In dying goats and bullocks flain, 2 Then fpake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, 3 And fee, the bleft Redeemer comes, 4 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, His Father's honour touch'd his heart, Was made a facrifice. 6 No blood of beafts on altars fhed Then was the great falvation fpread, WATTS. B Pfalm XLI. Long Metre. Charity rewarded. [*] LEST is the man, whofe tender care Relieves the poor in their diftrefs; Whose pity wipes the widow's tear, Whofe hand fupports the fatherless. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hand can do ; He in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too. 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth, With fecret bleflings on his head;" When drought, and peftilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languish on his couch, WATTS. Plaim XLII. Common Metre. [X or b] S pants the hart for cooling ftreams, As So longs my foul, O God, for thee, 2 For thee, my God, the living God, O when fhall I behold thy face, 3 I figh whene'er my mufing thoughts When I, with my religious friends, |