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To tliat immortal state,
Glory begun below :
And ev'ry tear be dry;
To fairer worlds on high.
PSALM CXXXXIX. * Men called upon to worship GOD.
i Short Metre.
He gave the seas their bound; The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the folid ground.
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.
Nor dare provoke his rod;
And own your gracious GOD.
Psalm CXL. Blefjed are the Dead, who die in the LORD.
1. L ARK! from on high a chearing voice,
M1 Lend all a list’ning ear: 'Twill make each pious heart rejoice, And vanquish ev'ry fear,
11. • Write hence forth, blessed are the dead
• Who in the LORD shall die: " Their weary flesh, as on a bed,... « Soft in a grave shall lie,
III. • Whilst their glad fouls, at last releas'd,
« To heav'n shall take their flight! • There to enjoy eternal rest,
" And infinite delight.
IV. « They'll drop each load as they afcend,
" And bid farewell to woe: “ Their labours with their lives shall end,
" Their rest no period know.
" They'll drudge no more for daily bread,
“ Nomore of sin complain; * No more be pinch'd with any necd, “Nor griev'd with any pain. .
VI. " Their conflicts then with busy foes,
- For evermore shall cease: « None shall their pleasing work oppose, “ Or once disturb their peace.
VII. • But vast rewards shall recompence
• Their hearty service here: * And perfect love shall banish thence,
* All diffidence and fear.
A ND now, my soul, another year, m Of my short life is past : I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last,
Nor will return again :
Dy true condition learn ::
Set out therewith for heav'n:
And to his care commend:
Nor Joubt an happy end.
I. "THE LORD my pasture shall prepare,
1* And feed me with a shepherd's care:
i IV. Tho’in a bare and rugged way, Thro’ devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd; And streams shall murmur all around.
TATHER of all! eternal Mind!
Immensely good and great ! Thy children form’d and bless’d by thee,
Approach thy heav'nly feat.