The good Man's Trust in God.

SAVOY. L. M.

TO thee, my God, when troubles press,
My trembling soul for help shall fly:
Hope of thy saints in all distress,
In mercy hear my humble cry.

Ye sons of men, from sin depart;
Before his presence stand in awe;
Commune in secret with your heart;
And learn, and keep his righteous law.
Let others covet earthly store;

Lord, fill our hearts with light and peace:
Those heav'nly gifts delight us more
Than all their harvests' large increase.
Secure from harm, since thou art near,
Father, I lay me down to rest:
What should thy happy children fear,
With thy protecting presence blest?
PSALM V.

Faith and Supplication.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I address my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.

Oft to thy house will I resort,
To praise thy goodness there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace!
Make thou the path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

To all that love and fear thy name
Thy blessing shall extend;

Thy favor, Lord, shall compass them,
And, like a shield, defend.

HAVE mercy, Lord; thy suppliant save,
And heal the wounds thy justice gave;
Nor bid thy fearful judgments roll
In angry billows o'er my soul.

My trembling heart bemoans its sin,
And feels the bitter pangs
within :
O God, my help, in pity save,

For who shall thank thee in the grave?
How long the weary night appears!
My couch is water'd with my tears:
Revil'd by those who fear not thee,
My strength consumes with misery.
Yet shall my heavy heart rejoice,
For God regards my mournful voice:
My God shall bid the wicked cease,
Receive my prayer, and give me peace.
PSALM VII.

God's Protection implored.

WILMINGTON. P. M.

O THOU, the Holy and the Just,
My God, in whom I place my trust,
Deliver me from wo:

Preserve me with thy watchful care,
Nor leave my helpless soul to bear
The vengeance of the foe.

O let the cause of truth prevail;
Let ev'ry evil project fail

That wicked men devise:

Thy wrath, O Lord, will fiercely burn
Against the souls that will not turn
From vanity and lies.

But thou, who searchest ev'ry heart,
Wilt never let thy love depart

From one who seeks thy face:
Thou art my help, and I will raise
To thee the voice of constant praise,
For thine unbounded grace.

Condescension of the Almighty.

ST. ANN'S. C. M.

O LORD, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame;

Throughout the world how great art thon!
How glorious is thy name!

When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wond'ring sight;

The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light:

Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst love
To keep him in thy mind?
Or son of man, that thou shouldst prove
To him so wondrous kind?

O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame;

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

PSALM IX.

Praise for God's Goodness.

CAMBRIDGE NEW. C. M.

TO celebrate thy praises, Lord,
I will my heart prepare ;
And to the list'ning world thy works,—
Thy wondrous works, declare.

The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasure bring;

Whilst to thy name, O Lord Most High!
Triumphantly I sing.

All those who have thy goodness prov'd,
Will in thy truth confide;
Thy mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on thy help relied.

Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,

From Sion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

Trust in Almighty God.

ABRIDGE. C. M.

O GOD, the help of all thy saints,
Our hope in time of ill;

We'll trust thee, though thy face be hid,
And seek thy presence still.

Why should the men of pride and sin
Thy truth and power defy;
And boast, as if their evil way
Were hidden from thine eye?

Lord, thou hast seen; arise and save;
To thee our cause we bring;
Reign thou in righteousness and power,
For thou alone art King.

All our desires to thee are known;
Thy help is ever near;

O first prepare our hearts to pray,
And then accept our prayer.

PSALM XI.

Confidence in God's Providence and Justice.

WILTSHIRE. C. M.

IN thee, O Lord, put my trust;

Then wherefore should I flee? When hosts of enemies conspire, My refuge is in thee.

The Lord is in his holy place;

In heaven he sets his throne; His eyes behold the sons of men; To him their works are known.

In all the trials of the just,

God will their cause defend;
But wicked men provoke his wrath,
And judgment is their end.

The righteous Lord will righteous deeds

With signal favor grace;

And to the upright man disclose
The brightness of his face.

For Help against the Ungodly.

MARGATE LENT. S. M.

HELP, Lord, the godly fail;
Help, for the feeble flee;

And double hearts and tongues prevail,
Which spurn, O God, at thee.

With vanity and lies

They cheat the simple soul;
Teach men thy warnings to despise,
And scoff at thy control.

But, Lord, to thee we cry,
And we have heard thy voice;
Thy hand the mourner's tear shall dry,
And bid the poor rejoice.

As silver seven times tried,
Thy words, O Lord, are pure:
Though ills abound on ev'ry side,
Thy promises endure.

PSALM XIII.

God the Hope of the Righteous.

ISLINGTON. L. M.

HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain
Like one who seeks his God in vain?
Wilt thou thy face for ever hide?
Shall I still pray, and be denied?

How would the powers of darkness boast,
If one poor suppliant were lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.

Whate'er my foes or fears suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall own thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice in songs of praise.