3 I lay my body down to fleep,

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 In vain the fons of earth and hell

Tell me a thousand frightful things;
My God in fafety makes me dwell
Beneath the fhadow of his wings.
5 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
O may thy prefence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
The love and kindness of thy heart.
6 Thus when the night of death fhall come,
My flefh fhall reft beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to roufe my tomb,
With fweet falvation in the found.

LXXXI. A fong for evening and morning, Lam. iii. 23. Ifa. xlv.. 7.

Y GOD, how endlefs is thy love;

M Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new;

And morning mercies from above,
Gently diftil like early dew..

2 Thou spread'ft the curtains of the night,
Great guardian of my fleeping hours;
Thy fov'reign word reftores the light,
And quickens all my drowfy pow'rs..
3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command,
To thee I confecrate my days;
Perpetual bleffings from thine hand'
Demand perpetual fongs of praise.

LXXXII. God

LXXXII. God far above creatures; or, Man vain and mortal, Job iv. 17,-21.

I

SHAL

HALL the vile race of flesh and blood
Contend with their Creator, GOD?

Shall mortal worms presume to be
More holy, wife, or juft, than he?

2 Behold, he puts his truft in none
Of all the fpirits round his throne;
Their natures, when compar'd with his
Are neither holy, juft, nor wife.

3

But how much meaner things are they
Who fpring from duft, and dwell in clay!
Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath,
We faint and vanifh like the moth.

4 From night to day, from day to night,
We die by thousands in thy fight:
Bury'd in duft whole nations lie,
Like a forgotten vanity.

5 Almighty Pow'r ! to thee we bow!
How frail are we! how glorious thou!
No more the fons of earth fhall dare
With an eternal GOD compare.

LXXXIII. Afflictions and death under providence,,

I

NOT

Job v. 6, 7, 8.

OT from the duft affliction grows, Nor troubles rife by chance; Yet we are born to cares and woes!

A fad inheritance!

As fparks break out of burning coals,
And still are upwards borne;

So

So grief is rooted in our fouls,

And man grows up to mourn:

3 Yet with my GOD I leave my caufe,
And truft his promis'd grace;
He rules me by his well-known laws
Of love and right'oufness.

4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore
Shall spoil my

future peace,

For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.

LXXXIV. Salvation, righteousness, and strength, in Chrift, Ifa. xlv. 21,-25.

I

JEHO

EHOVAH speaks, let Ifra'l hear, Let all the earth rejoice and fear, While God's eternal Son proclaims His fov'reign honours and his names. 2 "I am the laft, and I the firft,

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4

5

"The Saviour GOD, and GOD the just ; "There's none befide pretends to fhew "Such justice and falvation too.

"Ye that in fhades of darknefs dwell, "Just on the verge of death and hell, "Look up to me from distant lands,

Light, life, and heav'n are in my hands.

"I by my holy name have fworn,
"Nor fhall the word in vain return,
"To me fhall all things bend the knee,
"And ev'ry tongue fhall fwear to me.]
"In me alone fhall men confefs,

"Lies all their strength and right'ousness :

But

"But fuch as dare despise my name, "I'll clothe them with eternal fhame. 6" In me the Lord fhall all the feed "Of Ifra'l from their fins be freed, "And by their fhining graces prove "Their int'rest in my pard'ning love."

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THE

LXXXV. The fame.

HE Lord on high proclaims
His Godhead from his throne;
Mercy and Justice are the names
By which I will be known.

2 Ye dying fouls, that fit

In darkness and diftrefs,
Look from the borders of the pit
To my recov❜ring grace.
3 Sinners fhall hear the found;

Their thankful tongues fhall own,
Our right'oufness and ftrength are found
In thee, the Lord alone.

4 In thee fhall Ifra'l truft,

And see their guilt forgiv'n;
GOD will pronounce the finners juft,
And take the faints to heav'n.

LXXXVI. God holy, juft, and fovereign, Job ix.

I

HOW fhould the fons of Adam's race

Be pure before their GOD!

If he contend in right'ousness,
We fall beneath his rod.

2 To vindicate my words and thoughts,
I'll make no more pretence;
Not one of all my thousand faults
Can bear a juft defence.

3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wife;
What vain prefumer's dare
Against their Maker's hand to rife,
Or 'tempt th' unequal war?

[4 Mountains by his almighty wrath
From their old feats are torn;

5

He shakes the earth from fouth to north,
And all her pillars mourn.

He bids the fun forbear to rife,

Th' obedient fun forbears;

His hand with fackcloth spreads the skies,

And feals up all the stars.

6 He walks upon the stormy sea, Flies on the ftormy wind;

There's none can trace his wond'rous way, Or his dark footsteps find.]

LXXXVII. God dwells with the humble and penitent, Ifa. lvii. 15, 16.

I

TH

HUS faith the high and lofty One, "I fit upon my holy throne; My name is GOD, I dwell on high, "Dwell in my own eternity.

2 "But I defcend to worlds below, "On earth I have a manfion too; "The humble fpirit and contrite "Is an abode of my delight.