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And opens all its deep distress

Before thy pitying eyes.
$ All my defires to thee are known,

And every secret fear ;
The meaning of each broken groari

Is notic'd by-thine ear.
6 O place me by that mighty power

Which to such love belongs,
Where darkness veils the eyes no more,
And groans are chang'd to songs.

D5DDRIDGE, Psalm XXXIX. Common Metre.

Man's Mur:ality.
EACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my frame ;
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.
* A span is all that we can boast,

How short the fleeting time? Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move

Like shadows o'er the plain ;
They rage and strive, delire and love,

But all their noise is vain.
Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow,

Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for heirs, they know not who,

And Itrait are feen no more.
What should I with or wait for then

From creatures Earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint cur trult.

Psalm XXXVII. First Part. C. M. [b]

The Cure of Envy and Unbelief.
HY should I vex my soul, and fret
WH

To see the wicked rise ?
Or envy finners waxing great,

By violence and lies?
2 As flowery grass, cut down at noon,

Before the evening fades,
So fhall their glory vanish soon,

In everlasting fhades.
3
Then let me make the Lord my trust,

And practise all that's good ; So shall I dwell among the just,

And never want for food. 4 I to my God my ways commit,

And cheerful wait his will ; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,

Shall my desires fulfil.
$ Mine innocence shalt thou display,

And make thy judgments known ;
Fair as the light of dawning day,

And glorious as the noor.
6 The meek fhall still the earth posless,
And be the heirs of heaven

i True riches, in abundant peace, To humble souls are given.

WATTS, lalı XXXVII. Sec. Part. C. M. [b]

Religion in Words and Deeds.
THY do the wealthy wicked boast,

The meaneft portion of the jull

Excels the finner's gold.

2 The wicked borrows of his friends,

But ne'er designs to pay ;
The just is merciful, and lends,

Nor turns the poor away.
3 His alms with liberal hand he gives

To all the tons of need ;
His memory to long ages lives,

And blessed is his feed.
A His lips abhor to speak profane,

To flander or defraud ;
His ready tongue declares to men

What he has learn'd of God. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord

Deep in his heart abide ;
Led by the Spirit and the word,

His feet shall never side.
6 When finners fall, the righteous stand,
Prefery'd from every

snare

; They, shall, possess the promis'd land, And dwell foreyer there,

WATTS.

MY

PlalmXXXVII, Third Part.C.M.[*oxb]

The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked.
Y God, the steps of pious men

Are order'd by thy will ;
Though they should fall, they rise again,

Thy hand supports them still.
? The Lord delights to see their ways,

Their virtue he approves ;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,

Nor leave the men he loves.

§ The heavenly heritage is theirs,

Their portion and their home ; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs

Of blessings long to come.
4 The haughty finner have I seen,

Not fearing man or God ;
Like princely laurel fair and greeri,

Spreading his arms abroad :
Ś And lo, he vanifh'd from the ground,

Destroy'd by hands unfeen ;
Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found,

Wliere all that pride had been.
6 But mark the man of righteousness,

His several steps attend ;
True pleasure runs through all his ways,

And peaceful is his end,

WATTS.

MY

Psalm XXXVIII. ver. 9, 10. C. M. [5]

Confolation in Death.
Y Soul, the awful hour will

comes
Apace it haftens on,
To bear this body to the tomb,

And thee to scenes unknown.
2 My heart, long labouring with its woes,

Shail pant and fink away;
And you my eyelids, foon fhall close

On the laft glimmering ray.
Whence, in that hour, fhall I receive

A cordial for my pain ?
When, if the richest were my friends,
Thole friends would weep

in vain !
4
Great King of nature and of grace,

To thee my fpirit flics ;

3

Tou Maker of my frame

And opens all its deep distress

Before thy pitying eyes.
$ All my defires to thee are known,

And every secret sear
The meaning of each broken groani

Is notic'd by thine ear.
60 place me by that mighty power

Which to such love belongs, ,
Where darkness veils the eyes no more, .
And groans are chang'd to fongs.

DoDDRIDGE Plalm XXXIX. Common Metre.

[b]
Man's Mur:ality.
EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of

my
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.
A span is all that we can boast,

How short the fieeting time?
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.
3
See the vain race of mortals move

Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, defire and love,

But all their noise is vain.
Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow,

Some dig for golden ore ;
They toil for heirs, they know not who,

And Itrait are feen no more.
$ What should I wish or wait for then

From creatures earth and dust? They make our expectations vain,

And disappoirt cur trult.

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