TONE 8.

for thine inheritance: and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession.

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Thou shalt bruise them with a rod of iron and break them in pieces like a potter's vessel.

Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be learned, ye that are judges of the earth.

Serve the Lord in fear: and rejoice unto him with réverence.

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry *, and so ye perish from the right way: if his wrath be kindled, (yea, but a little.)* blessed are all they that pút their trúst in him.

PSALM iii. Domine, quid multiplicati?

TONE 2.

LORD, how are they increased that trouble me : many are they that rise against me.

Many one there be that say of my soul: There is no help for him in his God.

But thou, O Lord, art my defender : thou art my worship, and the lifter up of my head.

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I did call upon the Lord with my voice and he heard me out of his holy hill.

I laid me down and slept*, and rose úp ăgaín: for the Lord sustained me.

TONE 2.

I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people : that have set themselves against me round ǎbout.

Up, Lord, and help me, O my God for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheek-bone*; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

Salvation belongeth unto the Lord : and thy blessing is upon thy people.

PSALM iv. Cum invocarem.

HEAR me when I call, O God of my ríghteousness: thou hast set me at liberty when I was in trouble *; have mercy upon me, and heárken unto my prayer.

O ye sons of men, how long will ye blaspheme mine honour and have such pleasure in vanity*, and seek áfter leásing?

Know this also, that the Lord hath chosen to himself the man that is godly

Lord, he will hear me.

when I call upon the

Stand in awe, and sin not commune with your own heart, and in your chamber, and be still.

Offer the sacrifice of ríghteousness and put your trúst in the Lord.

There be many that say: Who will shew us any good?

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Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upón us.

TONE 2.

Thou hast put gladness in my heart: since the time that their corn, and wine, and oil, increásed.

I will lay me down in peace, and take my rest: for it is thou, Lord, only, that makest me dwéll in safety.

PSALM V. Verba mea auribus.

TONE 1.

PONDER my words, O Lord: consider my

tion.

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O hearken thou unto the voice of my calling*, my King, and my God for unto thee will I máke my

prayer.

My voice shalt thou hear bětimes, O Lord: early in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thée, ănd will look up.

For thou art the God that hast no pleasure in wickedness: neither shall any évil dwell with thee. Such as be foolish shall not stand in thy sight : for thou hatest all them that work vánĭty.

Thou shalt destroy them that speak leásing : the Lord will abhor both the blood-thirsty and decéitful

man.

But as for me, I will come into thine house*, even upon the múltitude of thy mercy and in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

TONE 1.

Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness*, because of mine éněmies: make thy way pláin běfore my face. For there is no fáithfulness in his mouth : their inward parts are véry wickedness.

Their throat is an ópěn sépulchre : they fláttěr with their tongue.

Destroy thou them, O God*; let them perish through their own imaginations: cast them out in the multitude of their ungodliness*; for they have rebelled against thee.

And let all them that put their trust in theé rejoice : they shall ever be giving of thanks, because thou defendest them*; they that love thy Name shall be joyful in thee;

For thou, Lord, wilt give thy bléssing unto thě ríghteous and with thy favourable kindness wilt thou defend him as with a shield.

Evening Prayer.

PSALM vi. Domine, ne in furore.

(ASH WEDNESDAY. MORN.)

TONE 3.

O LORD, rebuke me not in thine indignátion : neither chasten me in thy displeasure.

Have mércy upon me, O Lord, for I am weák : 0 Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.

TONE 3.

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My soúl also is sore troubled but, Lord, how long wilt thou púnish me?

Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mércy's sake,

For in death no man remembĕreth thee: and who will give thee thanks in thě pít?

I am weary of my groaning*; every night wash I my bed and water my couch with my tears.

My beauty is gone for very trouble and worn away because of all mine éněmies.

Away from me, all ye that work vánity for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my pětítion: the Lord will rěceive my prayer.

All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed: they shall be turned back, and put to shame súddenly.

PSALM Vii. Domine, Deus meus.

TONE 4.

O LORD my God, in thee have I put my trust : save me from all them that persecute me*, and dělíver me;

Lest he devour my soul, like a lion *, and teár it in piéces while there is none to help.

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