4 Each golden hour of beaming light Is gilded by thy rays;

And dark affliction's midnight gloom
A present God surveys.

5 Full in thy view through life I pass,
And in thy view I die ;

And when all earthly scenes are o'er,
Thou, Lord, wilt still be nigh!

PSALM XXXIX. C. M.

Vanity of Man.

1 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame;

I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.

2 A span is all that we can boast, How short the fleeting time! Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.

3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honor's gaudy show.
Some dig for golden ore;

They toil for heirs, they not who,

And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

6 This fruitless search no more be mine,
Such hopes I now recall;
My earthly prospects I resign,
And make my God my all.

PSALM XLIV. C. M.

Prayer for victory over invaders.

1 O lord, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days perform'd,
And in more ancient years.

2 "Twas not their courage, nor their sword To them salvation gave;

"Twas not their number, nor their strength That did their country save.

3 By thy right hand, thy powerful arm,
Whose succor they implor'd,

Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name ador'd.

4 As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art still our King;
O therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

5 To thee the glory we'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God our shield we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

PSALM LI. L. M.

Penitence.

1 Show pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive!
Let a repenting sinner live;

Art not thy mercies large and free?
May not the contrite trust in thee?

2 With shame my num'rous sins I trace, Against thy law, against thy grace; And though my prayer thou should'st not hear,

My doom is just and thou art clear.

3 Yet save a penitent, O Lord!

Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy
word,

Seeks for some precious promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

4 My sins are great, but don't surpass
The riches of eternal grace;

Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

5 O wash my soul from ev'ry stain,
Nor let the guilt I mourn remain ;
Give me to hear thy pard'ning voice,
And bid my bleeding heart rejoice.

6 Then shall thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song ;
And every power shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

PSALM LXXX. L.M.

Prayer for restoration of God's favor.

1 Of old, O God, thine own right hand A pleasant vine did plant and train; Above the hills, o'er all the land,

It sought the sun, and drank the rain.

3 Its boughs like goodly cedars spread,
Forth to the river went the root;
Perennial verdure crown'd its head,
It bore, in every season, fruit.

3 That víne is desolate and torn,
Its scions in the dust are laid;

Rank o'er the ruin springs the thorn, The wild boar wallows in the shade.

4 Lord God of hosts, thine ear incline, Change into songs thy people's fears; Return, and visit this thy vine,

Revive thy work amidst the years.

5 The plenteous and continual dew
Of thy rich blessing here descend;
So shall thy vine its leaf renew,

Till o'er the earth its branches bend.

6 Then shall it flourish wide and far,

While realms beneath its shadow rest; The morning and the evening star Shall mark its bounds from east to west.

PSALM LXXXIV. H. M.

Public worship.

1 Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples, are!

To thine abode

With warm desires,

My heart aspires,
To see my God.