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2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In search of sacred rest,
To make us fully blest.
Each flattering specious wile, For what can yield a real joy
But our Creator's smile?
Unworthy of the mind;
An equal bliss can find.
To thee our wishes tend !
And in thy favour end ?
Here would our fpirit rest;
Plalm IV. ver. 8. Long Metre. [x]
An Evening Song.
Thus far his power prolongs my days,
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
And I perhaps am near my home;
And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head ;
His ever watchful eye shall keep
Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids
my O may thy presence ne'er depart; And in the morning let me hear
The love and kindness of thy heart.
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground;
PCalm v. Common Metre.
For the Lord's Day Morning.
, halt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee direct mine eye.
The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand. 3 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
of truth and grace ; Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.
Shall see their hopes fulfillid;
Psalm VI. . Common Metre.
Prayer in Sickness.
Lord, rebuke me not,
Too heavy to be borne.
I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the flow morning rise. 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,
And fills my soul with grief ; How long, O Lord, wilt thou delay
To grant me thy relief? 4 The gloomy shades of death cannot
Thy glorious acts proclaim ; No pris'ner of the filent grave
Can magnify thy name.
He pities all my groans ;
And heals my broken bones.
Restores my fainting breath : To him will I devote that life Which he has sav'd from death.
TATE and WATTS united and varied. Psalm VII.
Common Metre. [X or b]
Confidence in God.
My hope in
2 If malice lurk'd within my heart,
Before thy piercing eyes ;
Nor ask my God to rise.
I trust my cause to thee ; According to my righteousness
So let thy sentence be.
Be wholly overthrown ;
The hearts of both are known. 5 Then will I all the righteous ways
Of Providence proclaim ;
Tate and Watrs united.
Psalm VIII. Common Metre. [* or b]
Within this earthly frame, Through all the world, how great art thou !
How glorious is thy name ! 2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wond'ring fight; The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light ; 3 Lord, what is man ! that thou should'st choose
To keep him in thy mind ! Or what his race, that thou should It prove
To them so wondrous kind ! 4 Him next in power thou didst create
To thy celestial train ;
Ordain'd with dignity and state
O'er all thy works to reign. 5 They jointly own his powerful sway,
The beasts that prey or graze ; The bird that wings its airy way,
The fish that cuts the seas.
Within this earthly frame,
Psalm VIII. Long Metre.
Adam and Chriff, or the old ond new Creation. ORD, what was man when made at first,
Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou should'st set him, and his race,
But just below an angel's place!
And make him Lord of all below ;
And lay the fishes at his feet! 3 But what sublimer glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state !
Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made !
See him in dust among the dead !
The miseries that attend the fall,