2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began, P 3 But man-weak man-is born to die, 90 P -- 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. 1 O GOD, our help in ages past, 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne, 3 Before the hills in order stood, Grafton. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, All nations rose from earth at first, mf 5 O God, our help in ages past, Len Be thou our guard, while troubles last, 90 90 THIRD PART. C. M. 1 O LORD, the saviour and defence From age to age thou still hast been 2 Before the lofty mountains rose, 3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust, Bangor. When thou dost speak the word, Return-- 4 For in thy sight a thousand years Or like a watch in dead of night, 5 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum That unto wisdom all our hearts FOURTH PART. C. M. 1 RETURN, O God of love-return; Medfield. How long shall we, thy children, mourn mf 2 Let heaven succeed our painful years ; f 90 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, FIFTH PART. C. M. Bedford. 1 LORD, if thine eye survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, 90 2 Almighty God-reveal thy love, Oh let our sweet experience prove SIXTH PART. S. M. Little Marlb'ro'. 1 LORD, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life-how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! 2 Our moments fly apace, Our feeble powers decay; 3 Then, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight; mf 4 They'll waft us sooner o'er > mf This life's tempestuous sea; Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore 91 FIRST PART. L. M. Duke Street. Safety of trusting in God. 1 HE, who hath made his refuge God, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, 2 Now may we say-Our God, thy power 3 Thrice happy man!-thy Maker's care 91 92 SECOND PART. C. M. Medford. 1 YE sons of men, a feeble race, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place, 2 No ill shall enter where you dwell: And sweep the wicked down to hell, 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. 1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand Quito. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, 3 Laden with fruits of age, they show 92 SECOND PART. L. M. Slade. my 1 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, f ff 92 And bless his works-and bless his word: 4 Sure I shall share a glorious part, 5 Then shall I see-and bear-and know And every power find sweet employ, THIRD PART. S. M. Pentonville. 1 SWEET is the work, O Lord, To praise and pray-to hear thy word, 2 Sweet-at the dawning light, And when approach the shades of night, 3 Sweet-on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice, With those, who love and serve thee best, f4 To songs of praise and joy, Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven. 93 FIRST PART. L. M. Winchester. The Majesty and Dominion of God. inf 1 WITH glory clad-with strength arrayed The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundations firmly laid, |