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3 O! may each future age proclaim The honours of thy glorious name; And ever in this lov'd abode

Be heard the praises of our God.

3.

GENESIS XXviii. 20-22.

1 O GOD of Bethel! by whose hand

thy people still are fed;

Who through this weary pilgrimage hast all our fathers led:

2 Our vows, our pray'rs, we now present before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers! be the God
of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life our wand'ring footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, and raiment fit provide.

4 O spread thy cov'ring wings around, till all our wand'rings cease,

And at our Father's lov'd abode
our souls arrive in peace.

4.

NUMBERS XXix. 15—17.

1 THE lifted arm of conqu❜ring death

doth God's own house invade;

And both the Prophet and the Priest are number'd with the dead.

2 Our earthly shepherds dwell in dust, the aged and the young;

The watchful eye is clos'd in night, mute the persuasive tongue.

3 But our eternal Shepherd lives his humble flock to bless: God of the spirits of all flesh, send now thy promis'd grace.

4 To thee, when faithful servants fail, thy flock forsaken flies;

And while they mourn their Pastor's loss, on thee their hope relies.

5 With faithful heart, with skilful hand, be this thy people fed;

With wisdom's voice and onward pace, be still to Zion led.

5.

JOSHUA i. 2.

1 WITH longing eyes, as Israel view'd

the fields of living green;
While in the wilderness they stood
and Jordan roll'd between:

2 So may we view the promis'd land,
death's billows fear no more;
So follow the divine command,
and reach the happy shore.

3 There is the land of pure delight
where saints for ever reign;

The day is there without a night,
and pleasure without pain.

4 There everlasting Spring abides,
and never-with'ring flow'rs;
'Tis but a narrow sea divides,
this heavenly land from ours.

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NAKED

6.

JOB i. 21.

as from the earth we came

and first beheld the day; Naked we to the earth return,

and join our kindred clay.

2 Whate'er we fondly call our own
belongs to heaven's great Lord;
The blessings lent us for a day
are soon to be restor❜d.

3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
or sinks them in the grave:

He gives; and, when he takes away,
he takes but what he gave.

4 His mercies undeserv'd we'll praise,
even in the depths of woe;
And we'll adore that justice too
which laid our comforts low.

7.

JOB viii. 11-22.

1 THE rush may rise where waters flow,

and flags beside the stream;

But soon their verdure fades and dies

before the scorching beam.

2 So is the sinner's hope cut off;

or, if it transient rise,

'Tis like the spider's airy web, from ev'ry breath that flies.

3 But for the just, with gracious care God will his pow'r employ;

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He'll teach their lips to sing his praise,
and fill their hearts with joy.

8.

JOB ix. 2-10.

How should the sons of Adam's race

be pure before their God?

If he contends in righteousness,

we sink beneath his rod.

2 If he should mark our thoughts and deeds with strict inquiring eyes;

For none of all our num'rous sins
could we excuse devise.

3 And O! how awful is his wrath! the hills their seats forsake,

The earth, before him, leaves her place, and all her pillars shake.

4 Great God! we lie before thy throne, our guilt with grief confess:

Our only trust, our only hope, is in thy promis'd grace.

9.

JOB XIV. 1-15.

1 FEW are thy days, and full of woe,

O man of woman born!

Thy doom is written, " Dust thou art,
" and shalt to dust return."

2 Behold the emblem of thy state
in flow'rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadow's fleeting form,
that mocks the gazer's eye.

3 Guilty and frail, how shalt thou stand
before thy sov'reign Lord!
Can troubled and polluted springs
a hallow'd stream afford?

4 Determin'd are thy days, that fly
successive o'er thy head;

The number'd hour is on the wing,
that lays thee with the dead.

5 O! may I with unbroken care
employ this little span,

That bounds the few and weary days
of pilgrimage to man.

6 All nature dies, and lives again: the flow'r that paints the field,

The trees that crown the mountain's brow, and boughs and blossoms yield,

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