They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

5. Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleased with the morning light:

The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere t'is night!]

6. O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come:

Be thou our guard while life shall last,
And our perpetual home!

LXVII.

NINETY-FIRST PSALM.

(Same Music as 18th Hymn.)

By Dr. Watts.

1. HE that hath made his refuge God
Shall find a most secure abode ;
Shall walk all day beneath the shade,
And there at night repose his head.

2. If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire;

God is his life; His wings are spread
To shield him with an healthful shade.

3. If vapours with malignant breath, Rise thick and scatter midnight death; Israel is safe: the poison'd air

Grows pure, if Israel's God be there. 4. The sword, the pestilence or fire, Can but fulfil their chief desire ; From sin and sorrow set them free And bring thy children, Lord, to thee! 92nd Psalm," Sweet is the work," &c. (See Index.) 100th Psalm, "Before Jehovah's awful," &c. (See Index.) 103rd Psalm, "Arise my heart," &c (See Hymn 17th.)

LXVIII.

HUNDRED AND ELEVENTH PSALM.

(By Dr. Watts.)

1. SONGS of immortal praise belong
To my Almighty God:

He has my heart, and he my tongue
To spread his name abroad.

2. How great the works his hand has wrought, How glorious in our sight!

And men in every age have sought
His wonders with delight.

3. How most exact is nature's frame,
How wise th' eternal mind!

His counsels never change the scheme
That his first thoughts design'd.

4. Nature and time, and earth, and skies
Thy heavenly skill proclaim:
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?

5. To fear thy power, to trust thy grace, Is our divinest skill;

And he's the wisest of our race
Who best obeys Thy will.

LXIX.

HUNDRED AND SIXTEENTH PSALM.

ON RECOVERY FROM ILLNESS.

(By Dr. Watts.)

1. I LOVE the Lord; He heard

and pitied every groan:

Long as I live, when troubles rise,

I'll hasten to his throne.

2. I love the Lord; He bow'd his ear, And chased my griefs away:

O let

O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

3. The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bid my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God, thy rest;
For thou hast known His love.

LXX.

SECOND PART.

Verse 12, &c.

1. WHAT shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shewn?

My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

2. Among the saints that fill thine house
My offerings shall be paid:

There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made,

3. How happy all thy servants are ;

How great thy grace to me!

My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

Now

4. Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move:

Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

117th Psalm, "From all that dwell," &c, (See Hymn 20th.) 118th Psalm, "This is the day," &c. (See Hymn 28th.) 122nd Psalm, "How pleased, how bless'd," &c. (See Index.)

LXXI.

HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIRST

PSALM.

(By Dr. Watts.)

1. UP to the hills I lift mine eyes,
Th' eternal hills beyond the skies:
Thence all her help my soul derives ;
There my Almighty Refuge lives.

2. He lives; the everlasting God,

Who built the world, who spread the flood:
The heavens with all their hosts He made,
And the dark regions of the dead.

3. His morning smiles bless all the day;
He guides our feet, he guards our way:
He spreads the evening veil and keeps
The silent hours when Israel sleeps.