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3 “ Be thou my prophet, thou my priest,

Thy children shall be ever bleft ;
Thou art my chosen king, thy throne

Shall stand eternal, as my own.
4 “There's none of all my saints above,

So much my image or my love,
Celestial powers thy subjects are ;

Then what can earth with thee compare ? 5 "David, my fervant, whom I chose

To guard my flock, to crush my foes,
And rais'd him to the Jewish throne,

Was but the shadow of my Son."
6 Now let the church rejoice and sing,

Jesus her Saviour, and her King;
Angels his heavenly honours show,
And saints declare his works below.

WATTS

WH

Psalm LXXXIX. S. P. L. M. [+ or b

Divine Sovereignty, and Public Worfoip.
HAT seraph of celestial birth,

To vie with Israel's God shall dare ? Or who among che fons of earth

Can with the mighty God compare ? 2 Lord God of armies, who can boast

Of strength and power like thine renown'a Of such a numerous faithful host

As that which does thy throne furround ? 3 Thou dost the raging fea control,

And change the surface of the deep ;
Thou mak'it the sleeping billows roll,

Thou mak'ít the rolling billows sleep!
A In thee the fov'reign right remains

Of earth and heaven; thee, Lord, alone,

The world, and all that it contains, Their Maker and Preserver own. 5 Happy, thrice happy they, who hear

The sacred trumpet's joyful found; And who among thy faints appear, With thy most glorious presence crown’d. 6 With rev'rence and religious dread, Thy faints will to thy temple press; Thy fear thro' all their hearts shall spread, Who thy most holy name confess.

TATE.

[b]

BEF

Plalm Xc. Common Metre.

God's Eternity, and Man's Mortality.
EFORE the hills in order stood,

Or earth receiv'd her frame;
From everlasting, thou art God,

To endless years the same. 2 Thy word commands our flesh to duft,

“Return, ye fons of men ;" All nations rose from earth at first, .

And turn to earth again.
3 A thousand ages in thy fight,

Are like an evening gone ;
Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-running stream,

Bears all its fons away ;
They fly forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day. 5 'Tis but a few whose days amount

To threescore years and ten ;

And all beyond that short account

Is sorrow, toil, and pain. 6 Then let us learn the heavenly art, T' improve the hours we have

e ; That we may act the wiser part, And live beyond the grave.

WATTS.

Pialı XC. Long Metre. [mor b]

Divine Proteccion through every Age. TI

HOU, Lord, thro' every changing scene,

Hast to the saints a refuge been ; Thro' every age, eternal God,

Their pleasing home, their safe abode. 2 In thee our fathers fought their rest,

And were with thy protection bleft;
Though in the shade of death they lie,

They'll rise and dwell above the iky. 3 Behold their fons, a feeble race !

We come to fill our fathers' place!
Our helpless state with pity view,

And let us share their refuge too.
4 Through all the thorny paths we tread,

Ere we are number'd with the dead;
When friends desert, and foes invade,

Be thou our all-sufficient aid. / 5 So when this pilgrimage is o'er,

And we must dwell on earth no more,
To thee, great God, may we ascend,

And find an everlasting friend.
6 To thee our infant race we'll leave,

Them may their father's God receive ;
That voices yet unform'd may raise
Succeeding hymns of humble praise.

DODDRIDGIK

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Plalm xc.
Short Metre.

[b]
Tbe Shortness of Life.
ORD, what a feeble piece

Is this our mortal frame ! Our life how poor a trifie’ris,

That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas, the brittle clay,

That built our body first !
And every month, and every day,

'Tis mould'ring back to dust! 3 Then, if cur days must fly,

We'll keep their end in fight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,

And let them speed their flight. 4. They'll sooner waft us o'er

This life's tempestuous sea ;
Then shall we reach the peaceful shore
Of bleft cternity.

WAITI.

WHI

Plalm XCI.

XCI. Common Metre. [x or b]
Divine Protect: 0:1, R-fignation and Gratitude.
HEN I survey life’s varied scene,

Amidit the hours ;
Bright rays of comfort shine between,

And thorns are mix'd with flowers. 2 This thought can all my fears control,

And bid my forrows fly; No harm can ever reach

my

soul,
Beneath

my
Father's

eye. ,
3 Whate'er thy facred will ordains,

O give me strength to bear ;

God;

And let me know my Father reigns,

And trust his tender care.
4 If pain and fickness rend this frame,

And life almost depart;
Is not thy mercy still the same,

To cheer my drooping heart?
5
Is blooming health my happy share
O may I bless

my
Thy goodness let my song declare,

And spread thy praise abroad.
6 While such delightful gifts as these

Are kindly dealt to nie,
Be all my hours of health and ease

Devoted, Lord, to thee.
7 If cares and sorrows me surround,

Their power why should I fear?
My inward peace they cannot wound,

Íf thou, my God, art near.
8 Thy sov'reign ways are all unknown

To my weak, erring light ;
Yet let my soul, adoring, own
That all thy ways are right.

Mrs. STEELE.

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Pralın XCII. Long Metre.

For the Lord's pag.
ELCOME, thou day of facred reft!

No mortal cares shall fill my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,

Like David's harp of folemn sound. 7 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word ;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine
How deep thy counsels, how

divine ?

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