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Thy rod shall crush thy foes with ease,
PSALM 2. Third Part. L. M.
“To those who sit on earthly thrones;
A Morning Psalm.
To thee I rais'd an evening cry;
And thine almighty help was nigh.
I laid me down and slept secure;
Tho' I should wake and rise no more.
He rais'd my head to see the light,
PSALM 3. Second Part. C. M.
God our defence from Sin and Satan. 1
My God, the tempter would persuade, And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiven. 2 But thou, my righteousness and strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread ;
And raise my drooping head. 3 I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list’ning ear ;
And he subdu'd my fear.
In spite of all my foes;
That guarded my repose.
All arm'd against me stood ; Terrors no more shall shake
soul ; My refuge is my
God. 6 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing: For Christ hath broke the serpent's teetli,
And death has lost his sting. 7 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.
PSALM 4. First Part. L. M.
GOD of grace and righteousness,
I complain ;
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 Psalın.
I am for ever thine:
Nor would I dare to sin.
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
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 LMD, 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. 5 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
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
PSALM 6. C. M.
Complaint in Sickness.
Withdraw the dreadful storm ;
Against a feeble worm.
My flesh with pain opprest;
My tears forbid my rest.
I waste the night with cries,
'Till the slow morning rise.
Mine eyes consum’d with grief?
Thy hand afford relief?
He pities all our groans ;
And heals our broken bones.
Restores our fainting breath;