3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; Their guardian now, he makes them heirs. 4 Ne'er will I trust the world again, 5 The haughty finner have I feen, 6 I looked, he vanished from the ground, Nor leaf, nor branch, nor root was found Where all that pride had been. 7 But mark the man of righteousness, His feveral fteps attend; True pleasure runs through all his ways, And peaceful is his end. LXXVI. PSALM XXXIX. C. M. WATTS. I TEA The Vanity of Man as mortal. EACH me the measure of my days, I would furvey life's narrow space, 2 Our life, how idle is the boast! 3 See the vain race of mortals move, 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, 5 They toil for heirs they know not who, What fhould I wifh or wait for then They cheat our dearest trust. 6. Return, my foul, to better things, Thy fond defires recall ; Rise above earth on hope's ftrong wings, LXXVII. PSALM XXXIX. L. M. STEELE. I 2 3 The fame. LMIGHTY Maker of my frame, Α Teach me to know how frail I am, My days are shorter than a span, Vain his ambition, noise and show! 4 5 6 I O be a nobler portion mine: Beneath the chaftening of thy hand Save me by thy protecting arm LXXVIII. PSALM XL. Com. Met. The Miffion of CHRIST the Light of the World. B EHOLD! I come, the Saviour cries, I come, with healing on my wings, Another face of things we view, 4 Let there be light; and light sprang forth, Obedient to its Lord. Let there be light to reafon's eye, 1 PSALM LXXIX. PSALM XLI. Long Met. MERRICK. I B Bleffing on the charitable Man. LEST, who with generous pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes, Bows to the poor man's wants his ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear. 2 In every want, in every woe, Himfelf thy pity, Lord, fhall know ; Or bleffing shall his fteps attend, Or forrow work to be his friend.. 3 4 Affaulted by disease and pain, So God to me his bleffing deal, LXXX. PSALM XLI. Long Met. WATTS. B' The fame. .I LEST is the man, whofe bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor; 2 Whose foul in fympathifing love He counfels, fooths, condoles, protects. 3 4 That pity fhall his God afford Or if with human fuffering tried, 1 LXXXI. PSALM XLII. Long Met. PATRICK. Communion with GOD, the Source of Confolation and virtuous Joy. 2 3 4 5 O H God, my best, my dearest hope, Thy mercy and thy peace difplay; When I have fought thee, I have found Away then all my gloomy thoughts! 6 Though |