10 PSALM 4. First Part. L. M. God our portion and Christ our hope. GOD of 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 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice At grace and favours so divine, Nor will I change my happy choice, PSALM 4. Second Part. C. M. 1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; I am for ever thine : I fear before thee all the day, 2 And while I rest my weary head, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done, 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace, 1 For the Lord's Day Morning. ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear gone, To thee will I direct my prayer, Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 4 But to thy house will I resort, 5 Oh may thy spirit guide my feet 6 My watchful enemies combine They flatter with a base design 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, While those that in thy mercy trust 8 The men that love and fear thy name PSALM 6. C. M. Complaint in Sickness. 1 N anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Nor let thy fury grow so hot, 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest; My couch is witness to my tears, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 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 saves us for our Saviour's sake, 6 The virtue of his sov❜reign word 1 For silent graves praise not the Lord; MY PSALM 7. C. M. God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors. 3 If I indulge in thoughts unjust, 4 If there were malice hid in me, 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, His sharpest arrows he ordains 8 For me their malice dug a pit, My God makes all their mischief light 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace, And justice of the Lord. 1 PSALM 8. First Part. S. M. Thy glories round the earth are spread, 3 When I survey the stars And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man! that worthless thing, 4 Lord, what is worthless man, 5 How rich thy bounties are! How wond'rous are thy ways! Of dust and worms, thy power can frame PSALM 8. Second Part. L. M. 1 LORD, what was man, when made at first, Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou should'st set him and his race, |