PSALM 4. First Part. L. M.

God our portion and Christ our hope. 1 GOD of O

grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain ; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress,

Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try

To turn my glory into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name ! 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints

From all the tribes of men beside :
He hears the cry of penitents,

For the dear sake of Christ that dy'd. 4 When our obedient hands have done

A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in Christ alone,

And glory in his pard’ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say,

“ Who will bestow some earthly good ?” But, Lord, thy light and love we pray ;

Our souls desire this heavenly food.
6 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice

At grace and favours so divine,
Nor will I change my happy choice,
For all their corn, and all their wine.
PSALM 4. Second Part. C. M.

An Evening Psalm. 1

LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ;

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head,

From cares and bus'ness free,

'Tis sweet conversing on my bed

With my own heart and thee, 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ;

And when my work is done, ,
Great God! my faith and hope relies

Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos’d to peace,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep ;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

PSALM 5. C. M.

For the Lord's Day Morning. 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye ; 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,

To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne

Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there : I will frequent thy holy court,

And worship in thy fear. 3 Oh may thy spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight,

And plain before my face. 6 My watchful enemies combine

To tempt my feet astray ;

They flatter with a base design

To make my soul their prey.
7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,

And all his plots destroy ;
While those that in thy mercy trust

For ever shout for joy.
8 The men that love and fear thy name

Shall see their hopes fulfill’d;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

PSALM 6. C. M.

Complaint in Sickness.
1
IN
N anger, Lord, rebuke me not,

Withdraw the dreadful storm ;
Nor let thy fury grow so hot,

Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,

My flesh with pain opprest;
My couch is witness to my tears,

My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;

I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,

'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still afflicted more?

Mine eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before

Thy hand afford relief?
5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,

He pities all our groans ;
He saves us for our Saviour's sake,

And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sov'reign word

Restores our fainting breath ;

MY

For silent graves praise not the Lord ;
Our lips are seal'd in death.

PSALM 7. C. M. God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors. 1 Y trust is in my heavenly friend,

My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend

From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they

My soul in pieces tear ;
As hungry lions rend the prey,

When no deliv’rer's near.
3 If I indulge in thoughts unjust,

And wish and seek their woe,
Then let them tread my life to dust,

And lay mine honour low.
4 If there were malice hid in me,

I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,

Nor ask my God to rise. .
5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,

Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment, and command

Deliv'rance for my soul.
6 Let sinners and their wicked rage

Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage

To vindicate the just ?
7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,

He will defend th’ upright; His sharpest arrows he ordains

Against the sons of spite. 8 For me their malice dug a pit,

But there themselves are cast :

My God makes all their mischief light

On their own heads at last. 9 That cruel persecuting race

Must feel his dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace',
And justice of the Lord.

PSALM 8. First Part. S. M.

The sovereignty and goodness of God.
1
O

LORD, our heavenly King,

Thy name is all divine,
Thy glories round the earth are spread,

And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high

I raise my wond'ring eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,

Adorn the darksome skies : 3 When I survey the stars

And all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man! that worthless thing,

A-kin to dust and worms!
4 Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou should'st love him so! Next to thine angels is he plac'd,

And lord of all below.
5 How rich thy bounties are !

How wond'rous are thy ways!
Of dust and worms, thy power can frame

A monument of praise.
PSALM 8. Second Part. L. M.

Adam and Christ. 1 LORD, what was man, when made at first,

Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou should'st set him and his race, But just below an angel's place!.