2" Behold the Man my wisdom chose,
"Among your mortal race;
"His head my holy oil o'erflows,
"The Spirit of iny grace.

o 3 "High shall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;

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"My arm shall beat his rivals down, "And still new subjects bring.

4 "My truth shall guard him in his way "With mercy by his side;

0 "While in my name, o'er earth and sea, "He shall in triumph ride.

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-5" Me for his Father, and his God, "He shall forever own;

"Call me his Rock, his high Abode,
"And I'll support my Son.

g6"My first-born Son, arrayed in grace,
"At my right hand shall sit;
"Beneath him angels know their place
"And monarchs at his feet.

d 7" My covenant stands forever fast;
"My promises are strong;

"Firin as the heavens his throne shall last, "His seed endure as long.'

C. M. FIFTH PART. St. Asaph's [*]

V. 30, &c. The Covenant of Grace, ordered and sure

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"YET

TET," saith the Lord, "if David's race,
The children of my Son,

e "Should break my laws, abuse my grace,
"And tempt mine anger down ;-

2 "Their sins I'll visit with the rod,
"And make their folly smart:
"But I'll not cease to be their God,
"Nor from my truth depart.

3 "My covenant I will ne'er revoke,
"But keep my grace in mind;
"And what eternal love hath spoke,
"Eternal truth shall bind.

e 4 "Once have I sworn, (I need no more,)
"And pledged my holiness,
"To seal the sacred promise sure,
"To David and his race:

o 5 "The sun shall see his offspring rise,
"And spread from sea to sea;

"Long as he travels round the skies, "To give the nations day,

g 6"Sure as the moon that rules the night, "His kingdom shall endure;

"Till the fixed laws of shade and light "Shall be observed no more."

L. M. SECOND PART. Pleyel's. [b] V. 47, &c. Mortality and Hope.-A Funeral Psalm.

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1 REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state,

How frail our life, how short the date!
Where is the man, who 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 forever rage and reign?
"Or, hast thou made mankind in vain?

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3" Where is thy promise to the just? "Are not thy servants turned to dust?" -But faith forbids these mournful sighs, o 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.

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P. M. Harlington. [b]

Ver. 47, &c. Life, Death, and the Resurrection.

THINK, mighty God, on feeble man;

How few his hours, how short his span '
Short from the cradle to the grave:

e Who can secure his vital breath,

Against the bold demands of death,
With skill to fly, or power to save?

-2 Lord, shall it be forever said,
d "The race of man was only made
"For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?"

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e Are not thy servants, day by day,
Sent to their graves, and turned to clay?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?
-3 Hast thou not promised to thy Son,
And all his seed, a heavenly crown?
But flesh and sense indulge despair;
o Forever blessed be the Lord,

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That faith can read his holy word,

And find a resurrection there.

o 4 Forever blessed be the Lord,
Who gives his saints a long reward,
For all their toil, reproach, and pain:

s Let all below, and all above,

Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, go And each repeat their loud-Amen.

PSALM 90. L. M. Carthage. Worship. [b] Man mortal, and God eternal.

1 THROUGH every age,

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eternal God.

Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne, e'er heaven was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began, Or dust was fashioned into man;

And long thy kingdom shall endure,
When earth and time shall be no more.
e 3 But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity;

a Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just,-
d" 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.]

PAUSE.

-5 Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream;
p An empty tale; a morning flower,
Cut down and withered 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 O how oft thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years;
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread;
We fear the power that strikes us dead.]

-8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span;
Till a wise care of piety

Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.

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C. M. FIRST PART. Wantage. [b]
Ver. 1-5. Men frail, and God eternal.

UR God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home :

2 Under the shadow of thy throne,
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3 [Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame;
From everlasting thou art God;
To endless years the same.

4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
"Return, ye sons of men;'

All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.]

5 A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.]

e 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

o 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleased with the morning light:

e The flowers, beneath the mower's hand, Lie withering, ere 'tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

C. M. SECOND PART. China. [b]

V. 8, 11, 9, 10, 12. Mortality, and Preparation for Death.

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LORD, if thine eyes survey our faults,

And justice grows severe,

Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,
And burns beyond our fear.

2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust:
By one offence to thee,

Adam and all his sons have lost
Their immortality.

-3 Life like a vain amusement flies,
A fable or a song:

By swift degrees our nature dies,
Nor can our joys be long.

e 4 'Tis but a few whose days amount
To threescore years and ten;

p And all beyond that short account, Is sorrow, toil, and pain.

e 5 [Our vitals, with laborious strife,
Bear up the crazy load ;

And drag those poor remains of life,
Along the tiresome road.]

-6 Almighty God, reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone;

O let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne.

7 Our souls would learn the heavenly art,
T'improve the hours we have;

That we may act the wiser part,
And live beyond the grave.

C. M. THIRD PART. Canterbury. [b]

Ver. 13, &c. Breathing after Heaven.

RETURN, O God of love, return;

Earth is a tiresome place:

How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?