Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home;

2 Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return ye sons of men :" All nations rose from earta at first, And turn to earth again.

5 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carry'd downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.

7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away:
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

8 Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleas'd with the morning light:
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.]

9 Our God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

PSALM 90.-2d Part. C. M. [b] Ver. 8, 11, 9, 10, 12. Infirmities and mortality the effect of sin; or, life, old age, and preparation for death.

1 Land justice grows severe,

ORD, if thine eyes survey our faults,

Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns beyond our fear.

2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust:
By one offence to thee,

Adam with all his sons, have lost
Their immortality.

3 Life, like a vain amusement, flies,
A fable or a song;

By swift degrees our nature dies,
Nor can our joys be long.

4 'Tis but a few whose days amount
To threescore years and ten;
And all beyond that short atcount
Is sorrow, toil and pain.

5 [Our vitals, with laborious strife,
Bear up the crazy load,

And drag those poor remains of life
Along the tiresome road.]

6 Almighty God, reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone;
O let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne.

7 Our souls would learn the heavenly art T'improve the hours we have,

That we may act the wiser part,
And live beyond the grave.

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PSALM 90. Sd Part. C. M. [b]
Ver. 13, &c. Breathing after heaven.

RETURN, O God of love, return;

Earth is a tiresome place;

How long shall we, thy children, mour
Our absence from thy face?

2 Let heaven succeed our painful years,
Let sin and sorrow cease;
And in proportion to our tears,
So make our joys increase.

3 Thy wonders to thy servants show,
Make thine own work complete;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love is great.

Then shall we shine before thy throne
In all thy beauty, Lord;

And the poor service we have done
Meet a divine reward.

PSALM 90.-S. M. [b]

Ver. 5, 10, 12. The frailty and shortness of life ORD, what a feeble piece

L

Is this our mortal frame P

Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the name!

2 Alas! 'twas brittle clay

That built our body first;
And every month and every day
'Tis mouldering back to dust.

$ Our moments fly apace,

Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away.

4 Well, if our days must fly,

We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.

5 They'll waft us sooner o'er

This life's tempestuous sea:

Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.

PSALM 91.-L. M.* [*]

Ver. 1-7. Safety in public diseases & dangers. E that hath made his refuge, God,

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H shall find a most secure abode;

Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.
Then will I say, "My God, thy power
"Shall be my fortress and my tower:
"I, that am form'd of feeble dust,
"Make thine almighty arm my trust."

3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care
Saall keep thee from the fowler's snare;
Satan, the fowler, who betrays
Unguarded souls a thousand ways.

4 Just as a hen protects her brood
(From birds of prey that seek their blood)
Under her feathers, so the Lord

Makes his own arm his people's guard.

5 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,

God is their life, his wings are spread
To shield them with a healthful shade

6 If vapours with malignant breath,
Rise thick and scatter midnight death,

Israel is safe: The poison'd air
Grows pure, if Israel's God be there.

PAUSE.

7 What though a thousand at thy side,
At thy right hand ten thousand dy’d!
Thy God his chosen people saves,
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.
8 So when he sent his angel down
To make his wrath in Egypt known,
And slew their sons, his careful eye
Pass'd all the doors of Jacob by.
9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord,
To strike his saints among the rest,
Their very pains and deaths are blest.
10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire:
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.

PSALM 91.-C. M. [*]

Ver. 9-16. Protection from death, guard of angels, victory and deliverance.

1 E sons of men, a feeble race,

YExpos'd to every snare,

Come, make the Lord your dwelling place And try, and trust his care.

2 No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh,

And sweep the wicked down to hell, "Twill raise his saints on high.

3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways⚫