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PSALM 90. First Part. L.M.
Man mortal and God eternal. A funeral psalm. (cont.)
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And if to eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh and groan, than live.
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But oh! how oft thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years!
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread:
We fear the pow'r that strikes us dead.
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Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span;
'Till faith, and love, and piety,
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.
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PSALM 90. Second Part. C.M.
Man frail, and God our refuge.
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OUR God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!
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Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
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Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
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Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
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PSALM 90. Third Part. C.M.
Infirmities and death the effects of sin.
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LORD, if thine eyes survey our faults,
And justice grows severe,
Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,
And burns beyond our fear.
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PSALM 90. Third Part. C.M.
Infirmities and death the effects of sin. (cont.)
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Thine anger turns our frame to dust;
By one offence to thee,
Adam and all his sons have lost
Their immortality.
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Life, like a vain amusement flies,
A fable or a song:
By swift degrees our nature dies,
Nor can our joys be long.
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'Tis but a few, whose days amount
To three score years and ten;
And all, beyond that short account,
Is sorrow, toil, and pain.
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Almighty God, reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone:
O let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne!
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PSALM 90. Fourth Part. C.M.
Breathing after heaven.
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RETURN, O God of love, return;
Earth is a tiresome place;
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?
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Let heav'n succeed our painful years,
Let sin and sorrow cease;
And, in proportion to our tears,
So make our joys increase.
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Thy wonders to thy servants show,
Make thy own work complete;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love was great.
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Then shall we shine before thy throne,
In all thy beauty, Lord;
And, the poor service, we have done,
Meet a divine reward.
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