4 5 I 2 3 4 5 This feeble flesh fhall faint and die This heart renew its pulfe no more; Even now it views the moment nigh, When life's laft movements all are o'er. But come thou vanquished King of dread, With thy own hand thy power destroy; 'Tis thine to bring me to my God, My portion, and eternal joy. CXXI. PSALM LXXIII. Short Met. Providence vindicated, Difcontent corrected. HERE is a righteous God, TH Nor is religion vain; Though virtue feel affliction's rod, Yet did my heart repine, While this proud world I viewed; Saw wealth and power, like things divine, Grafping all earthly good. To earth and fenfe refigned, Is there a God, I cried? Can an all-wife and righteous mind O'er human lots prefide? I looked, their pride was fled, I faw remorse and fear Within their breasts their poifon shed, And no fweet hope was near. Forgive me, God, no more Thy ways I reprehend; Thy well laid plan I now adore, 6 Lord, 6 Lord, to thy will I bow, No more at life repine; Let finners chuse their portion now, CXXII. PSALM LXXIV. L. M. MERRICK, TH Divine Providence afferted. I H' Almighty fpake, and night and day 2 3 4 His hand the earth's vaft fabric rounds, With fummer's fhowers its glebe unbinds, Parent of nature! God fupreme ! Shall reafon reason's God arraign? CXXIII. PSALM LXXVIII. C.M. WATTS. L Religious Education of Children. ET children hear the mighty deeds 2 He bids us make his glories known, 3 Our lips fhall tell them to our fons, May teach them to their heirs. That they may ne'er forget his works, CXXIV. PSALM LXXXIV. L. M. WATTS. 2 3 4 The Pleasure of public Worship. HOW OW sweet to every virtuous heart Bleft above all, who fit on high Yet bleft are they, who find a place Where mercy, youngest born of heaven, Yes! bleft are they who here purfue The road of duty trod by few: God is their strength; and thro' the road 5 Cheerful 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 'Till all shall meet in heaven at length, 'Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. CXXV. PSALM LXXXIV. P. M. WATTS. L The fame. ORD of the worlds above, My heart afpires, 2 O happy fouls that pray Their conftant fervice there! 3 They go from ftrength to ftrength 'Till each in heaven appears: When God our king 4 To spend one facred day Than thousand days befide. I love it more To keep the door, 5 God is our fun and shield, On Jacob's race 6 The Lord his people loves, O God of hofts, CXXVI. PSALM LXXXV. L. M. MERRICK, W The promifed MESSIAH. ELCOME the hope of Ifrael's race, The meffenger of truth and grace! Your hearts in righteousness prepare, Behold your wifhed redemption near. See |