90 2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began, And long thy kingdom shall endure, 3 But man-weak man-is born to die, Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, is just, 4 Death, like an ever-flowing stream, 5 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man, SECOND PART. C. M. Grafton. O GOD, our help in ages past, 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, All nations rose from earth at first, 5 O God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guard, while troubles last, 90 90 THIRD PART. C. M. Bangor. O LORD, the saviour and defence Of all thy chosen race, From age to age thou still hast been 2 Before the lofty mountains rose, 3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust, When thou dost speak the word, Return- 4 For in thy sight a thousand years 5 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum That unto wisdom all our hearts FOURTH PART. C. M. Medfield. RETURN, O God of love-return; How long shall we, thy children, mourn mf 2 Let heaven succeed our painful years; f 90 And in proportion to our tears, 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, FIFTH PART. C. M. Bedford. LORD, if thine eye survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns beyond our fear 2 Almighty God-reveal thy love, Oh let our sweet experience prove 90 SIXTH PART. S. M. Little Marlb'ro'. LORD, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! 2 Our moments fly apace, 3 Then, if our days must fly, mf 4 They'll waft us sooner o'er > Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. mf 91 ་་ FIRST PART. L. M. Duke Street Safety of trusting in God. HE who hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; 3 Thrice happy man!-thy Maker's care 91 " 92 92 SECOND PART. C. M. Medford. YE sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place, 2 No ill shall enter where you dwell: 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep 4 Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place, FIRST PART. L. M. Delight in the Worship of the Sabbath. Quito. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, 3 Laden with fruits of age, they show SECOND PART. L. M. Slade. mp SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 2 Sweet is the day of sacred restNo mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. mf 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works-and bless his word: Thy works of grace-how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels-how divine! 92 f 93 mf 4 Sure I shall share a glorious part, 5 Then shall I sec-and hear-and know And every power find sweet employ, THIRD PART. S. M. Pentonville. SWEET is the work, O Lord, To praise and pray-to hear thy word, 2 Sweet-at the dawning light, 3 Sweet-on this day of rest, With those, who love and serve thee best, 4 To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ W FIRST PART. L. M. Winchester. VITH glory clad-with strength arrayed, |