Second PART

Oh! Who doth know thine Anger's Force! Wrath, as thy Fear, is great! Teach us to number so our Days, That we may Wisdom get. Return, Iehovah, O return; How long shall be the Space? And let thy yearning Bowels move, To shew thy Servants Grace. Oh, let thy Mercy early fill Our Souls, and Spirits raise; That we may triumph, and rejoice, Thro' all our future Days. May our succeeding Days, and Years, Abundant Comfort yield: As all our former Ones have been, With great Affliction fill'd. Let this thy special Work of Love, Be to thy Servants shown; The Glory of thy promis'd Grace, To all their Offspring known. The Beauty of the Lord, our God, Let on us ever shine; Guide, and confirm, our handy Work, And prosper our Design.