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Oh may this heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love;

May lively faith and strong defire

Bear every wish above.

TO.

PSALM CXXV.

Hope and comfort of the dying Chriftian.

1 HARK,-to the gofpel's cheering voice Lend ye a listening ear; 'Twill make the pious heart rejoice, And dry up every tear.

2 For ever bleffed are the dead

That in the Lord fhall die;

His fervants on a dying bed
Should raise their praises high.

3 They leave their burdens here behind,
And bid farewel to woe';

Labor will end when life's refign'd,
Their reft no period know.

4 They'll toil no more for daily bread
No more of fin complain;

No more be prefs'd with any need,
Nor prov'd by any pain.

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5 But vaft rewards fhall recompenfe Their faithful service here,

And power and love shall banish thence
All frailties and all fear.

PSALM CXXVI.

Univerfal prefence and inspection of God our maker, our preferver, and our judge.

1 MY heart and all my ways, O God,
By thee are search'd and seen;
Mine outward acts thine eye obferves,
My fecret thoughts within.

2 Attendant on my steps all day
Thy providence I fee,

And in the folitude of night
I am prefent ftill with thee.

3 No spot the boundless realms of space
Whence thou art absent know:

In heaven thou reign'st a glorious king,
An awful judge below.

4 Goodness, and majefty, and power

Thro' all thy works are fhown ; Brightly difplay'd in nature's frame, Nor faintly in my own.

5 By thee, their various place and use
Were all my parts affign'd;
Ere yet those parts a being had,
But in thy forming mind.

6 Ten thousand thousand times my life
I have to thy goodness ow'd;
Thy daily care preferves the gift
Thy bounty first bestow'd.

Lord, if within my thoughtless heart
Thou aught fhould'ft difapprove;
The fecret mifchief bring to light,
And by thy grace remove.

B If e'er my ways have been perverse,
Or foolish in thy view,

Call back my steps to thy commands,

And form my life anew.

PSALM CXXVII.

Man's frailty and God's eternity.

1 O GOD, our help in ages paft, Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the ftormy blast,

And our eternal home.

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2 Before

2 Before the heavens in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd its frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the fame.

3 Thy word hath doom'd our flesh to earth, Return, ye fons of men:

From duft all nations took their birth,
And fink to dust again.

4 A thousand of our hafty years
Are shorter in thy fight
Than yesterday to us appears;
Short as a watch of night.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling ftream,
Bears all its fons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

6 The bufy tribes of flesh and blood
With all their hopes and fears
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And loft in following years.

7 Like flowery fields the nations ftand,
Pleas'd with the morning light;

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The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.

8 O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while dangers laft,
And our eternal home.

END OF THE SECOND BOOK.

W.