3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home ;

He feeds them now, and makes them heirs
Of bleffings long to come.

4 The haughty finner have I feen,
Not fearing man or God;
Like princely laurel fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad:

5 And lo, he vanifh'd from the ground,
Destroy'd by hands unfeen ;
Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found,
Where all that pride had been.

6 But mark the man of righteoufnefs,
His feveral fteps attend;

Trae pleafure runs through all his ways,
And peaceful is his end.

WATTS.

Pfalṁ XXXVIII. ver. 9, 10. C. M. [5]

Confulation in Death..

My Soul, the awful hour will come,
MY Apace it haftens or;

To bear this body to the tomb,

And thee to scenes unknown.

2 My heart, long labouring with its woes,
Shall pant and fink away;

And you my eyelids, foon fhall clofe
On the laft glimmering ray.

3 Whence, in that hour, thall I receive
A cordial for my pain?

When, if the richest were my friends,
Thofe friends would weep in vain!

4 Great King of nature and of grace,
To thee my fpirit flies;

And opens all its deep diftrefs
Before thy pitying eyes.

5 All my defires to thee are known,
And every fecret fear ;

The meaning of each broken groan
Is notic'd by thine ear.

6 O place me by that mighty power
Which to fuch love belongs,

Where darkness veils the eyes no more,
And groans are chang'd to songs.

Pfalm XXXIX.

TE

DODDRIDGE.

Common Metre. [b]

Man's Mortality.

EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;

I would furvey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

2 A fpan is all that we can boast,
How fhort the fleeting time?
Man is but vanity and duft,
In all his flower and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move
Like fhadows o'er the plain;

3

They rage and ftrive, defire and love,
But all their noife is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow,
Some dig for golden ore;

They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And ftrait are feen no more.

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

6 This fruitless fearch no more be mine,. Such hopes I now recal;

I

My earthly profpects I refign,
And make my God my all.

WATTS.

Pfalm XL. First Part. C. M. [b]
Deliverance from great Diftrefs.

WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry;
He faw me refting on his word,
And brought falvation nigh.
2 Sunk in the depths of fore distress,
And all my itruggles vain;
When human help teem'd daily less,
He rais'd me up again.

3 Firm on a rock he made me ftand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praife the wonders of his hand,
In a new, thankful fong.

4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad,
The faints with joy fhall hear;
And finners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

5 What mercies fill my wond'ring view!
How many and how great!

Life is too fhort, and words too few,
Their numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
With hope I'll never part;
For God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.

F

WATTS.

Praim XL. Sec. Part. C. M. [*]

The Divine Million and Sacrifice of Chrift.

HUS faith the Lord, "Your work is vain,

T Give your burnt offerings o'er ;

In dying goats and bullocks flain,
My foul delights no more."

2 Then fpake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here,
My God, to do thy will;
Whate'er thy facred books declare,
Thy fervant fhall fulfil."

3 And fee, the bleft Redeemer comes,
Th' eternal Son appears;
And at th' appointed time affumes
The body God prepares !

4 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,
And much his truth he fhow'd ;
And preach'd the way of righteoufness,
Where great affemblies ftood.

His Father's honour touch'd his heart,
He pitied finners' cries;
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a facrifice.

6 No blood of beafts on altars fhed
Could cleanfe from guilt within ;
But the one facrifice he made,
Atones for all our fin.

Then was the great falvation fpread,
And Satan's kingdom fhock;
Thus by the woman's promis'd feed,
The ferpent's head was broke.

WATTS.

B

Pfalm XLI. Long Metre.

Charity rewarded.

[*]

LEST is the man, whofe tender care Relieves the poor in their diftrefs; Whose pity wipes the widow's tear, Whofe hand fupports the fatherless. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hand can do ; He in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too. 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth, With fecret bleflings on his head;" When drought, and peftilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead.

4

Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his fins forgiven;
Will fave him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing foul to heaven,

WATTS.

Plaim XLII. Common Metre. [X or b]
The Pleafure of Public Worship.

S pants the hart for cooling ftreams,
When heated in the chafe ;

As

So longs my foul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace..

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty foul doth pine;

O when fhall I behold thy face,
Thou majefty divine?

3 I figh whene'er my mufing thoughts
Thofe happy days prefent,

When I, with my religious friends,
Thy temple did frequent.