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My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.
Ínto the miry pit :
When they supplant my feet.
my sin :
And beg support divine.
Prudence and seal.
“Now will I watch my tongue,
“Or do my neighbour wrong.
With men of lives profane;
Nor let my talk be vain.
The pious thoughts I feel;
That I can speak for God,
4 Yet if some proper
PSALM 39. Second Part. C. M.
The vanily of man as mortal. 1 TEACH me the measure of my days,
Thou maker of my frame :
And learn how frail I am.
How short, how fleet our time !
In all his flow'r and prime.
Like shadows o'er the plain :
But all their noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;
Some dig for golden ore;.
And straight are seen no more.
From creatures, earth and dust?
And disappoint our trust.
My fond desires recall :
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U Behold the pains I feel ;
Nor dare dispute thy will.
They come at thy command:
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word,
Against thy chast’ning hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,
“Remove thy sharp rebukes :" My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Thro’ thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust :
And all our beauty's lost.
How soon the bubble's broke!
Are vanity and smoke.
As all my fathers were ;
When I the summons hear.
Before my last remove;
Deliverance from great distress.
WAITED patient for the Lord ;
He bow'd to hear my cry : He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh. 2 He rais’d me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay ; And from my bonds releas'd my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay. 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand ;
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new, thankful song.
The saints with joy shall hear :
Their only hope and fear.
Thy mercies, Lord, how great !
Their numbers to repeat.
And light and peace depart,
The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ.
Redeemer comes !
! And at the appointed time assumes
The body, God prepares !
And his rich mercy show'd :
And spread his truth abroad.
He pitied sinners' cries ; And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,
Was made a sacrifice. 4 No blood of beasts, on altars shed,
Could wash the conscience clean ; The sacrifice which Jesus paid
Atones for all our sin. 5 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook :
Thus by the woman's promis'd seed
Christ our sacrifice.
HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail,
My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt ;
An all-sufficient sacrifice.
Complacent, smiles th' eternal Son ;
Himself, a ransom for our race.
With love and duty in his eyes)
“Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
Pleas’d, I assume a fleshly form, “ A-kin to man, that dying worm. 6 “ 'Tis written in thy great decree ;
“ Tis in thy book foretold of me; " I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
“ And lo! thy law is in my heart. 7 "I'll magnify thy holy law,
" And rebels to obedience draw;
" Or to my crown above the sky.
“What thou hast done, and what I do: