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PSALM 89. Sixth Part. C.M.
The covenant of grace unchangeable.

1	YET (saith the Lord) if David's race,    The children of my Son, Should break my laws, abuse my grace,    And tempt mine anger down;
2	Their sins I'll visit with the rod,    And make their folly smart; But I'll not cease to be their God,    Nor from my truth depart.
3	My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke,    But keep my grace in mind; And what eternal love hath spoke,    Eternal truth shall bind.
4	Once have I sworn (I need no more)    And pledg'd my holiness, To seal my sacred promise sure    To David and his race.
5	The sun shall see his offspring rise,    And spread from sea to sea, Long as he travels round the skies    To give the nations day.
6	Sure as the moon that rules the night,    His kingdom shall endure; 'Till the fix'd laws of shade and light    Shall be observ'd no more.

PSALM 89. Seventh Part. L.M.
Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm.

1	REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state; How frail our life, how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death?
2	Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine, and cry,

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PSALM 89. Seventh Part. L.M.
Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm. (cont.)

2	"Must death for ever rage and reign? "Or hast thou made mankind in vain?
3	"Where is thy promise to the just? "Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4	That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away; And clears the honour of thy word: Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord.

PSALM 90. First Part. L.M.
Man mortal and God eternal. A funeral psalm.

1	THRO' ev'ry age, eternal God! Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne, ere heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid.
2	Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd into man; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more.
3	But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity: Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust."
4	A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night.
5	Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away: our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.
6	Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term! how frail the state!