And from the filence of the grave, And fink beneath the stroke of death; Pfalm LXXXVIII. Six Line L. M. [b] 0 On the Death of Friends. GOD of my falvation, hear My nightly groans, my daily prayer, That ftill employ my wafting breath; My foul, declining to the grave, Implores thy fovereign power to fave Fron dark defpair and gloomy death. 2 Thy wrath lies heavy on my foul, And waves of forrow o'er me roll, Whilft duft and filence fpread the gloom, My friends belov'd, in happier days, The dear companion of my ways, Defcend around me to the tomb. 3 As loft in lonely grief I tread When life departs and love expires? BARLOW. Pfalm LXXXIX. First Part. C. M. [* A bleffed Gofpel. LEST are the fouls who hear and know 2 Their joy fhall bear their spirits up, 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, WATTS. Pfalm LXXXIX. S. P. C. M. [*orb] HEAR The Covenant of Grace. known? TEAR what the Lord in vision said, 2 "Behold the man my wifdom chofe, 3 "High fhall he reign on David's throne, 4 My arm fhall put his rivals down, And still new fubjects bring. "My truth fhall guard him in his way, While in my name, thro' earth and fea, "Me for his father and his God, He fhall forever own; Call me his rock, his high abode, 6"My first-born Son, array'd in grace, Beneath him, angels know their place, 1 "My cov'nant ftands forever fast, Firm as the heav'n his throne fhall laft, His feed endure as long." L WATTS. Pfalm LXXXIX. 3d P. C. M. [or The Covenant of Grace. ET (faith the Lord) if David's race, "The children of my Son, Should break my laws, abufe my grace, 2 "Their fins I'll vifit with the rod, 4 5 "Once have I fworn (I need no more) To feal the facred promise fure To David and his race. "The fun fhall fee his offspring rife, And fpread from sea to sea; Long as he travels round the fkies, 6 "Sure as the moon that rules the night, His kingdom fhall endure; Till the fix'd laws of fhade and light WATT Pfalm LXXXIX. Six Line L. M. Life, Death and the Refurrection. THINK, mighty God, on feeble man! How few his hours, how fhort the fp Short from the cradle to the grave : Who can fecure his vital breath, 4 Forever bleffed be the Lord, Join to proclaim thy wond'rous love, WATTS. Pfalm LXXXIX. First Part. L. M. [*] Lord; Mercy and truth forever stand Like heaven, establish'd by his hand. 2 Thus to his Son he swore, and faid, "With thee my covenant is made; In thee fhall dying finners live, Glory and grace are thine to give, |