1 PSALM 89. Sixth Part. C. M. YET Should break my laws, abuse my grace, 2 Their sins I'll visit with the rod, 3 My cov❜nant I will ne'er revoke, 4 Once have I sworn (I need no more) 5 The sun shall see his offspring rise, 6 Sure as the moon that rules the night, 1 'Till the fix'd laws of shade and light Shall be observ'd no more, PSALM 89. Seventh Part. L. M. Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm. EMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state; How frail our life, how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death? 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine, and cry, "Must death for ever rage and reign? "Or hast thou made mankind in vain? 3 "Where is thy promise to the just? "Are not thy servants turn'd to dust ?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away; And clears the honour of thy word: Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. 1 PSALM 90. First Part. L. M. Man mortal and God eternal. A funeral psalm. HRO' ev'ry age, eternal God! THR Thou art our rest, our safe abode ; High was thy throne, ere heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd into man; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity: Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 4 A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. 5 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 6 Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan, than live. 7 But oh! how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread: We fear the pow'r that strikes us dead. 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span; 'Till faith, and love, and piety, Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. PSALM 90. Second Part. C. M. OUR God, our help in ages past, 0° Our hope for years to come, 2 Before the hills in order stood, 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 4 Our God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, 1 L PSALM 90. Third Part. C. M. Infirmities and death the effects of sin. ORD, if thine eyes survey our faults, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust; 3 Life, like a vain amusement flies, By swift degrees our nature dies, 4 'Tis but a few, whose days amount 5 Almighty God, reveal thy love, 1 PSALM 90. Fourth Part. C. M. RETURN, O God of love, return; Earth is a tiresome place: How long shall we, thy children, mourn 2 Let heav'n succeed our painful years, 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne, In all thy beauty, Lord; And, the poor service, we have done, PSALM 91. First Part. L. M. Safety in public diseases and dangers. E, that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head.". 2 Then will I say, "My God, thy pow'r "Shall be my fortress and my tow'r : "I, that am form'd of feeble dust, "Make thine almighty arm my trust.' 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare, Satan, the tempter, who betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey, that seek their blood, Under her feathers; so the Lord Makes his own arm his people's guard. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life: his wings are spread Grows pure, if Israel's God be there. |