VI. Yes, and before we rife To that immortal state, The thoughts of fuch amazing blifs VII. The men of grace have found Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, VIII. Then let our fongs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's, ground To fairer worlds on high. PSALM CXXXXIX. Men called upon to worship GOD. Short Metre. I. OME, found his praise abroad, And hymns of glory fing: JEHOVAH is the fov'reign GOD, The univerfal King. III. Come, worship at his throne, Come bow before the LORD; We are his works, and not our own, 'He form'd us by his word. IV. To day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, PSALM CXL. Bleed are the Dead, who die in the LORD. H Common Metre. I. ARK! from on high a chearing voice, .: Lend all a lift'ning ear: 'Twill make each pious heart rejoice, And vanquish ev'ry fear, II. "Write hence forth, bleffed are the dead "Who in the LORD fhall die: Their weary flesh, as on a bed, "Soft in a grave shall lie. III. "Whilft their glad fouls, at last releas'd, "And infinite delight. IV. They'll drop each load as they afcend, "And bid farewell to woe: "Their labours with their lives fhall end, "Their reft no period know. " V. They'll drudge no more for daily bread, "No more of fin complain; "No more be pinch'd with any need, "Nor griev'd with any pain.. VI. "Their conflicts then with bufy foes, For evermore fhall cease: "None fhall their pleafing work oppose, "Or once disturb their peace. VII. "But vaft rewards fhall recompence "Their hearty service here: And perfect love shall banish thence, "All diffidence and fear. A PSALM CXLI. New Year's Day. Common Metre. I. ND now, my foul, another year, I cannot long continue here, And this may be my laft. Awake, my foul, with utmost care What are thy hopes, how fore, how fair? IV. Now a new fcene of time begins, Set out therewith for heav'n: Repent of all thy former fins, Reform, and be forgiv'n.. V. Devoutly yield thyself to GOD; PSALM CXLII. The LORD is our Shepherd. As the 113 PSALM. I. THE LORD my pafture shall prepare, His prefence fhall my wants fupply, II. When in the fultry glebe I faint, III. Tho' in the paths of death I tread, IV. Tho' in a bare and rugged way, PSALM CXLIII. The LORD's Prayer imitated. FA Common Metre. I. ATHER of all! eternal Mind! Thy children form'd and blefs'd by thee, |