PSALM XXXIX.

Windfor.

TEACH

EACH me the measure of my days,

How foon my years will end!

Disclose, O Lord, the train of ills
Which this frail life attend!

To Thee as nothing is my age,
As nothing pass my years :
To Thee, the longest life of man
A fhadow vain appears.

Lord, hear my cry! behold my tears!
Accept my mournful pray'r!
A stranger here on earth I dwell,
As all my fathers were.

O fpare me!-Grant a little time,
My wafted strength restore,
Before I vanish and go hence,

Before I'm feen no more!

I WAITED patient for the Lord

'Till he vouchfaf'd a kind reply: He did his gracious ear afford,

And heard from heav'n my

humble cry.

His praise inspires my grateful tongue,
And dictates ftrains unheard before :
Admiring crouds fhall join in fong;
With me fhall all his name adore.

He took me from the miry pit,
(For there in forrow deep I lay)
On the firm rock he plac'd my feet,
And fuffer'd not my steps to ftray.

Who can the wond'rous works recount,
Which Thou, my God, for me haft wrought?

The treasures of thy love furmount

The pow'rs of number, fpeech, and thought.

London.

PSALM XLI.

HAPPY

APPY the man, whose tender care
Relieves the poor diftreft!

In trouble's awful hour, the Lord
Shall give his fervant reft.

If he shall languish, if in pain
Or fickness he shall lie,

The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.

In humble hope to Thee, my God,
I thus my pray'r address;
"Lord, for thy mercy, heal my foul,
When I my fins confefs!"

Let Ifrael's Lord, let Ifrael's God

From age to age be bleft!

Let all the people join in fongs,

With loud accord exprest!

Afylum.

C

PSALM XLI.

C

BLEST, who with genʼrous pity glows,

Who learns to feel another's woes;
Who to the poor man bows his ear,
And dries the helpless orphan's tear!

In ev'ry want, in ev'ry woe,
Himself thy pity, Lord, fhall know :-
Thy care his life fhall guard.-Thy hand
To him shall give the promis'd land.

When languid with disease and pain,
Thou, Lord, his fpirit wilt fuftain;
Raife with thine arm his finking head,
And make with tend'reft care his bed.

Maker of all!-Be thou my guard!
Give me my strength!-By Thee repair'd,
To Thee, through all my life, I'll raise
One fong of never-ceafing praise.

Bedford.

PSALM XLII.

LORD,

as the panting hart defires

The cooling fprings to gain,

So fervently my foul aspires

Thy favour to obtain.

Thirsting for Thee, the living God,

Thy fuppliant fervant fee!

O when to thy divine abode,
Thy temple, fhall I flee!

Why reftlefs? Why caft down, my foul?-
Seek God! and He'll employ
His aid for Thee, and change thy fighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

When thus thy prefence, Lord of life,

Hath once difpell'd the storm,
To Thee I'll midnight praises fing,
And all my vows perform.