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4 His seed for ever shall possess
A throne above the skies;
Shall to that glory rise. 5 Lord God of hosts, thy wond'rous ways
Are sung by saints above;
The power and majesty of God. 1 ITH rey’rence let thy saints appear,
And bow before the Lord ;
And tremble at his word. 2 How terrible thy glories be!
How bright thine armies shine! Where is the pow'r that vies with thee?
Or truth compar'd with thine ?
On thy supporting hand ;
Move round at thy command.
And rule the boist'rous deep:
The rolling billows sleep. 5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea are thine,
And the dark world of hell;
When Egypt durst rebel !
Yet wondrous is thy grace ;
Invite us near thy face.
PSALM 89. Fourth Part. C. M.
A blessed Gospel. 1 BLEST are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up
Thro' their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.
Strength and salvation gives;
Christ's mediatorial Kingdom.
known; Sinners, behold, your help iš laid
“On my almighty Son."
My people's better King;
And still new subjects bring.
With mercy by his side ;
He shall in triumph ride.
My promises are strong ;
His seed endure as long.
PSALM 89. Sixth Part. C.M.
The children of my Son,
And tempt mine anger down; 2 Their sins I'll visit with the rod,
And make their folly smart; But I'll not cease to be their God,
Nor from my truth depart. 3 My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke,
But keep my grace in mind; And what eternal love hath spoke,
Eternal truth shall bind.
And pledg'd my holiness, ,
To David and his race.
And spread from sea to sea, Long as he travels round the skies
To give the nations day.
His kingdom shall endure ;
Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm.
How frail our life, how short the date ! Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from disease, secure from death? 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine, and cry,
“Must death for ever rage and reign ?
"Or hast thou made mankind in vain ?
“Are not thy servants turn’d to dust ?”
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
Wipes the reproach of saints away ;
PSALM 90. First Part. L. M.
Thou art our rest, our safe abode;
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.
Or dust was fashion'd into man;
When earth and time shall be no more.
Made up of guilt and vanity:
“ Return, ye sinners, to your dust.”
Scarce to a day in thine account;
Or the last watch of ending night.
Sweeps us away : our life's a dream;
Cut down and wither'd in an hour.
How short the term ! how frail the state !
And if to eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh and groan, than live: 7 But oh! how oft thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years !
We fear the pow'r that strikes us dead. 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span;
Man frail, and God our refúge.
Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home! 2 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
Bears all its sons away;
Dies at the op’ning day.
Our hope for years to come,
Third Part. C. M.
And justice grows severe,
And burns beyond our fear.