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3 “ Be thou my prophet, thou my priest,
Thy children shall be ever bleft ;
Shall stand eternal, as my own.
So much my image or my love,
Then what can earth with thee compare ? 5 "David, my fervant, whom I chose
To guard my flock, to crush my foes,
Was but the shadow of my Son."
Jesus her Saviour, and her King;
Psalm LXXXIX. S. P. L. M. [+ or b
Divine Sovereignty, and Public Worfoip.
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'ít the rolling billows sleep!
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.
Plalm Xc. Common Metre.
God's Eternity, and Man's Mortality.
Or earth receiv'd her frame;
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.
Are like an evening gone ;
Before the rising sun.
Bears all its fons away ;
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.
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;
They'll rise and dwell above the iky. 3 Behold their fons, a feeble race !
We come to fill our fathers' place!
And let us share their refuge too.
Ere we are number'd with the dead;
Be thou our all-sufficient aid. / 5 So when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we must dwell on earth no more,
And find an everlasting friend.
Them may their father's God receive ;
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 !
'Tis mould'ring back to dust! 3 Then, if cur days must fly,
We'll keep their end in fight;
And let them speed their flight. 4. They'll sooner waft us o'er
This life's tempestuous sea ;
XCI. Common Metre. [x or b]
Amidit the hours ;
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
O give me strength to bear ;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.
And life almost depart;
To cheer my drooping heart?
And spread thy praise abroad.
Are kindly dealt to nie,
Devoted, Lord, to thee.
Their power why should I fear?
Íf thou, my God, art near.
To my weak, erring light ;
Pralın XCII. Long Metre.
For the Lord's pag.
No mortal cares shall fill my breast;
Like David's harp of folemn sound. 7 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word ;