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This feeble flesh fhall faint and die This heart renew its pulfe no more; Even now it views the moment nigh, When life's laft movements all are o'er.

But come thou vanquished King of dread, With thy own hand thy power destroy; 'Tis thine to bring me to my God, My portion, and eternal joy.

CXXI. PSALM LXXIII. Short Met.

Providence vindicated, Difcontent corrected.

HERE is a righteous God,

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Nor is religion vain;

Though virtue feel affliction's rod,
And vice triumphant reign.

Yet did my heart repine,

While this proud world I viewed;

Saw wealth and power, like things divine,

Grafping all earthly good.

To earth and fenfe refigned,

Is there a God, I cried?

Can an all-wife and righteous mind

O'er human lots prefide?

I looked, their pride was fled,

I faw remorse and fear

Within their breasts their poifon shed,

And no fweet hope was near.

Forgive me, God, no more

Thy ways I reprehend;

Thy well laid plan I now adore,
Thou art the good man's friend.

6 Lord,

6 Lord, to thy will I bow,

No more at life repine;

Let finners chuse their portion now,
The future one be mine.

CXXII. PSALM LXXIV. L. M. MERRICK,

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Divine Providence afferted.

I H' Almighty fpake, and night and day
Alternate walk th' ethereal way;
His art the light's thin texture fpun,
And with it clothed the jocund fun.

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His hand the earth's vaft fabric rounds,
Its balance fixes, marks its bounds,

With fummer's fhowers its glebe unbinds,
Or warps it with the wintry winds.

Parent of nature! God fupreme !
Shall folly's fons thy acts blafpheme?
Let loose their rude reproachful tongue,
And their Creator tax with wrong?

Shall reafon reason's God arraign?
How daring, impotent and vain!
I bow, my God, I own thy power,
Thy wisdom, goodness, and adore.

CXXIII. PSALM LXXVIII. C.M. WATTS.

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Religious Education of Children.

ET children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old,
Which in our younger years we faw,
Or which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known,
His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down
Thro' every rifing race.

3 Our lips fhall tell them to our fons,
And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn.

May teach them to their heirs.
4 Thus learn, that in their God alone
Their hope fecurely ftands,

That they may ne'er forget his works,
Nor violate his commands.

CXXIV. PSALM LXXXIV. L. M. WATTS.

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The Pleasure of public Worship.

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OW sweet to every virtuous heart
The joy thy prefence does impart !
My God, my Father and my Friend,
May this communion never end!

Bleft above all, who fit on high
Around thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brighteft glories fhine above,
And wake the nobleft fenfe of love.

Yet bleft are they, who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;

Where mercy, youngest born of heaven,
The Comforter of man is given.

Yes! bleft are they who here purfue

The road of duty trod by few:

God is their strength; and thro' the road
They lean upon their helper God.

5 Cheerful

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Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 'Till all shall meet in heaven at length, 'Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

CXXV. PSALM LXXXIV. P. M. WATTS.

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The fame.

ORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!
To thine abode

My heart afpires,
With warm defires
To meet my God.

2 O happy fouls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay

Their conftant fervice there!

3 They go from ftrength to ftrength
Through this dark vale of tears,
'Till each arrives at length,

'Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious feat,

When God our king
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet!

4 To spend one facred day
Where God and faints abide,
Affords diviner joy

Than thousand days befide.
Where God resorts,

I love it more

To keep the door,
Than fhine in courts.

5 God is our fun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts his hands are filled,
We draw our bleffings thence:
He shall bestow

On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace,
And glory too.

6 The Lord his people loves,
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious fouls.
Thrice happy he,

O God of hofts,
Whose spirit trufts
Alone in thee.

CXXVI. PSALM LXXXV. L. M. MERRICK,

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The promifed MESSIAH.

ELCOME the hope of Ifrael's race, The meffenger of truth and grace! Your hearts in righteousness prepare, Behold your wifhed redemption near.

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