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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;
And dare reproach my Saviour's name ! 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside :
For the dear sake of Christ that dy'd. 4 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
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.
At grace and favours so divine,
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, ,
Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos’d to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep ;
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.
And all his plots destroy ;
For ever shout for joy.
Shall see their hopes fulfill’d;
PSALM 6. C. M.
Complaint in Sickness.
Withdraw the dreadful storm ;
Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain opprest;
My tears forbid my rest.
I waste the night with cries,
'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?
He pities all our groans ;
And heals our broken bones.
Restores our fainting breath ;
For silent graves praise not the Lord ;
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 ;
When no deliv’rer's near.
And wish and seek their woe,
And lay mine honour low.
I know thy piercing eyes;
Nor ask my God to rise. .
Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.
Be humbled to the dust;
To vindicate the just ?
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;
PSALM 8. First Part. S. M.
The sovereignty and goodness of God.
LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine,
And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
Adorn the darksome skies : 3 When I survey the stars
And all their shining forms,
A-kin to dust and worms!
That thou should'st love him so! Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.
How wond'rous are thy ways!
A monument of praise.
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!.