1 Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults, And justice grow severe, 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 account 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. Psalm 90:4. 13 &c. Third Part. C. M. Breathing after heaven. 1 Return, O God of love, return; Earth is a tiresome place: How long shall we thy children mourn 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 thy own work complete, Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne In all thy beauty, Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a divine reward. Psalm 90:5. 5 10 12. S. M. The frailty and shortness of life. 1 Lord what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month, and every day 'Tis mouldering back to dust. 3 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 91:1. 1-7. First Part. Safety in public diseases and dangers. 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 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 Shall 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 an healthful shade.