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2 Before the heavens in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd its frame, From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
3 Thy word hath doom'd our flesh to earth,
Return, ye fons of men :
And sink 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 stream,
Bears all its sons away ;
Dies at the opening day.
6 The busy tribes of Aesh and blood
With all their hopes and fears
And lost in following years.
Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleas'd with the morning light ;
The 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,
And our eternal home,
END OF THE SECOND BOOK,
Defires and kopes of penitency,
LET no events cast down
Those who from evil Alee, Nor disappointment shame their hopes
Who wait, O Lord, on thee. .
2 Lord, set before mine eyes
Thy ways in clearer light;
What is pleasing in thy sight.
Ne’er let me turn astray :
To learn and keep thy way.
4 Into my former fins
" No strict enquiry make : The faults that I renounce, forgive
For thine own goodness sake.
5 God, who is good and just,
Will those who err instruct, And to the paths of righteousness
Their wandering steps conduct.
6 The humble foul he'll guide,
And teach the meek his way: Kindness and truth he'll shew to all
Who his just laws obey.
7 Give me the tender heart
That fears the Lord above : And lead me thro' whatever path
Thy wifdom shall approve.
8 But ever keep my soul
From error, shame, and guilt ; And suffer not the hope to fail
That on thy truth is built.
Preservation and redemption.
Our saviour and our king,
Their humble praises bring.
'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel, and his care, Preserves them fafe from fin, and death,
And every hurtful fnare. 3 He will present their souls.
Unblemish'd and compleat, Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
4. Then all his faithful fons
Shall meet around the throne; Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.
5 To God the only wise
All majesty belongs, And be his
In everlasting songs.
BEHOLD what wondrous grace.
The Father hath bestow'd
To call them fons of God!