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he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.xiv. 1, 2.
Man, that is of woman born,
How fleeting are his days !
Nor feels the noon-tide rays.
Sorrow at his side appears,
Companion ever nigh :
Till death's concluding sigh. .
Whither shall the suff’rer flee
For refuge from his pain,
The suff’ring didst ordain ?
From wrath eternal save!
And triumph'd o'er the grave.
From Manuscript :- a free Version of the Dirge in the Burial Service, by the
late Thomas Hudson, esq., of Huddersfield, in his last illness.
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handy-work.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and
their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun;
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.
His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.—Psalm xix. 1-6.
LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is ; that I may know how frail I am!
Behold, thou hast made my days as an hand-breadth, and mine age is as nothing before thee; verily every man, at his best state, is altogether vanity.
Surely every man walketh in a vain shew; surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
And now, LORD, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.—xxxix.4-7.
O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee : my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is ;
To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
Because thy loving-kindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee.
Thus will I bless thee while I live; I will lift up my hands in thy name.
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips: When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night-watches.—Ixiii. 1—6.
O God, thou hast taught me from my youth: and hitherto have I declared thy wondrous works.
Now also, when I am old and grey-headed, O God, forsake me not, until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come.--Ixxi. 17, 18.
For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.—Ixxxiv. 10.
LORD, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
Thou carriest them away as with a flood: they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. · The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
O satisfy us early with thy mercy, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days!
Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children. ·
And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea the work of our hands establish thou it.Psalm xc.
“ The Prayer of Moses the man of God.” (Title.) Probably it was composed when sentence of death was passed upon the entire generation of the grown-up men, who came out of the land of Egypt; or when Moses saw, from time to time, that sentence actually put in execution, by the falling of thousands on every side.
It contains the most affecting views of the misery of our sinful race, and of the majesty, power, eternity, holiness, omniscience, justice and grace of God, that are to be found
in the whole Bible. It is very properly selected as part of the Service for the Burial of the Dead ; impressing the minds of survivors with a solemn anticipation of that day, when He, who even now sets “our secret sins in the light of his countenance,” will assuredly “bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.”
That which peculiarly recommends it to the heart of the experienced and afflicted believer, is, the solemn composure with which it opens, and the bright hopes with which it closes. For forty years in the courtly scenes of Egypt, and for another forty in the pastoral simplicity of the land of Mi. dian, this “ Man of God” had never found, nor ever sought, any other rest than that which is offered in the covenant made with the fathers, and secured to the children for all. generations. And now, in the wanderings of the wilder. ness, the LORD was still his " dwelling-place.”
When his heart has fully poured forth its natural, and its gracious sorrows, fears, and prayers, he then begins to lift up his head, and speak in a more cheering tone. So David, after floods of penitential tears, breaks out into the language of faith and hope: “ Do good in thy good pleasure unto Zion; build thou the walls of Jerusalem.” Looking to the work of the Lord,” to the building up of the Church on the foundation of Jesus Christ, who is the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever; and meditating on the glory, the delight, the beauty, the stability, and the perpetuity of that Church, we have, in all times of sorrow and trial, an unfailing consolation. Whether we think of Time, or of Eternity, CHRIST is our sure dwelling-place. “ All things are yours; whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things present, or things to come ; all are yours : and ye are Christ's; and Christ is God's."
Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening.—civ. 23.
Except the Lord build the house, they labour in