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And from the filence of the grave,
Wilt thou the wretched victim fave?
3 Such wonders, formerly unknown,
Thy providence to us hath fhown;
To feeble man thou dost impart
The plaftic, life-redeeming art.
4 We bless thee for the skill and power,
From death's appearance, to restore
This nice machine of curious frame,
And light again the vital flame.
5 May ev'ry life by thee restor'd,
Be confecrated to the Lord;
May pious love inspire each breast,
Which has thy faving hand confefs'd.
6 Again they must refign their breath,

And fink beneath the stroke of death;
When from that death they shall revive,
May each with thee in glory live.

Pfalm LXXXVIII. Six Line L. M. [b]

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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
The filent mansions of the dead,
Or to fome throng'd affembly go;
Through all alike I rove alone,
Forgotten here, and there unknown,
The change renews my piercing woe.
4 Wilt thou neglect my mournful call?
Or who fhall profit by my fall,

When life departs and love expires?
Can duft and darkness praise the Lord,
Or wake and brighten at his word,
To join the high angelic choirs?
My friends are gone, my comforts fled,
The fad remembrance of the dead
Recals my wandering thoughts to mourn
But thro' each melancholy day,
I call on thee, and still will pray,
Imploring ftill thy kind return.

BARLOW.

Pfalm LXXXIX. First Part. C. M. [* A bleffed Gofpel.

LEST are the fouls who hear and know
The gofpel's joyful found;
Peace fhall attend the path they go,
And light their steps furround.

2 Their joy fhall bear their spirits up,
Thro' their Redeemer's name;
His promises exalt their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.

3

The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and falvation gives;
Ifrael, thy King forever reigns,
Thy God forever lives.

WATTS.

Pfalm LXXXIX. S. P. C. M. [*orb]

HEAR

The Covenant of Grace.

known?

TEAR what the Lord in vision said,
And made his mercy
"Sinners, behold your help is laid
On my beloved Son.

2 "Behold the man my wifdom chofe,
Among your mortal race;
His head my holy oil o'erflows,
The fpirit of my grace.

3 "High fhall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better king;

4

My arm fhall put his rivals down,

And still new fubjects bring.

"My truth fhall guard him in his way,
With mercy by his fide;

While in my name, thro' earth and fea,
He fhall in triumph ride. "

"Me for his father and his God,

He fhall forever own;

Call me his rock, his high abode,
And I'll support my Son.

6"My first-born Son, array'd in grace,
At my right hand shall fit;

Beneath him, angels know their place,
And princes at his feet.

1 "My cov'nant ftands forever fast,
My promifes are strong;

Firm

as

the heav'n his throne fhall laft, His feed endure as long."

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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,
And tempt my anger down;

2 "Their fins I'll vifit with the rod,
And make their folly smart;
But never ceafe to be their God,
Nor from my truth depart.
3 "My cov'nant I will not revoke,
But keep my grace in mind;
And what eternal love hath fpoke,
Eternal truth fhall bind.

4

5

"Once have I fworn (I need no more)
And pledg'd my holiness;

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,
To give the nations day.

6 "Sure as the moon that rules the night, His kingdom fhall endure;

Till the fix'd laws of fhade and light
Shall be obferv'd no more."

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,
Against the bold demands of death,
With fkill to fly, or power to fave?
2 Lord, fhall it be forever said,
"The race of men was only made
For fickness, forrow and the dust ?”
Are not thy fervants, day by day,
Sent to the grave, and turn'd to clay?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the juft?
3 Haft thou not promis'd to thy Son,
And all his feed, a heavenly crown?
But flesh and fenfe indulge defpair :
Forever bleffed be the Lord,
That faith can read thy holy word,
And find a refurrection there.

4 Forever bleffed be the Lord,
Who gives his faints a long reward
For all their toil, reproach and pain:
Let all below, and all above,

Join to proclaim thy wond'rous love,
And each repeat their loud Amen.

WATTS.

Pfalm LXXXIX. First Part. L. M. [*]

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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,

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