4 O for this audit to prepare, TH The fame. HEE we adore, eternal God, 2 Our wafting life grows fhorter ftill, 3 The year rolls round, and fteals away 4 Good God! on what a slender thread, Th' eternal ftate of all mankind Upon life's feeble strings. 5 Let me not then my life mifpend But of each day and hour tranfmit Long I 2 3 4 I CCCLVIII. Long Metre. GOD juftified in the Appointments of this Life, and of another. Hough peevish virtue may complain, And almost dare its God arraign, Who has not fitted nature's plan To bless thro' life the virtuous man. Better inftructed, we shall find That God in all is wife and kind: Suffering refines, exalts the foul; Suffering is virtue's richeft fchool. Here all without diftinction prove Some common bleffings of his love; The world hereafter God referves For treating each as each deserves. Then life's vaft iffues fhall be known, And man fhall reap as man has fown. This hope the virtuous mind enjoys, This fear the finner's peace deftroys. CCCLIX. A Common Metre. DODDRIDGE, WAKE, ye faints, and raise your eyes, 2 Swift on the wings of time it flies; 3 Not many years their round fhall run, Ere all its glories ftand revealed 4 Ye wheels of nature speed your course, I CCCLX. A Common Metre. DODDRIDGE. The Chriftian Race. WAKE, my foul, ftretch every nerve, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 'Tis God's all animating voice. 3 A cloud of witneffes around TH CCCLXI. Common Metre. The Refolution worthy of Man. HOUGH all of this material frame, Wisdom and power aloud proclaim, 2 Yet God a nobler work defigned, 3 Shall I then ftoop to this low earth? I claim the glory of my birth, 4 No paffion's rude and brutal fway I 2 3 4 CCCLXII. Long Metre. MERRICK, Prayer for Holiness, as alone acceptable to God. LEST in the hope of thee, my God, I fpeak the grace on him beftowed, Who guiltless hands to thee can raise, And offer unpolluted praise. Thy ways to ours conform; in thee The pure the pure; the perfect mind O let me keep this truth in view, No will I wish to know but thine; And all for good by thee is fent. Proper 2 3 I CCCLXIII. Proper Metre. STEELE. · GOD of mercy, thou that hearest prayer! ear; Extend thy grace, which only can impart Remove each cloud of error from my eyes, Let nobler cares my time, my thoughts employ; Be thy almighty arm my ftrength, my guide, CCCLXIV. R Common Metre. BROWNE. New Year's Day. EMARK, my foul, the narrow bounds How fwift the weeks complete their rounds! 2 Much of my dubious life is done, And fwift my paffing moments run, 3 So faft eternity comes on, And that important day, When all that man thro' life has done God's judgment fhall furvey. 4. Awake |