PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*] Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan.
p1 M How fast my foes increase! God, how many are my fears!
-Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
e 2 The lying tempter would persuade, There's no relief in heaven; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiven.
--3 But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread; Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head.
e 4 [I cried, and from his holy hill He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father and my God; And he subdued my fear.
5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I'woke and wondered at the grace, That guarded my repose.]
g 6 What though the host of death and hell, All armed, against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God.
o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing:
My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And Death has lost his sting.
o 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save : Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.
L. M. Worship. Armley. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.-A Morning Psalm. LORD, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God.
e 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I raised an evening cry: Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. -3 Supported by thy heavenly aid, I laid me down, and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. o 4 But God sustained me all the night: Salvation doth to God belong:
Fie raised my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song.
PSALM 4. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b]
Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.—God our Portion, and Christ
GOD of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend, when I complain; Thou hast enlarged me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again.
2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try, To turn my glory into shame; e How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Saviour's name?
d 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside :
e He hears the cry of penitents,
For the dear sake of Christ who died.
4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, o We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pardoning grace. -5 Let the unthinking many say, с "Who will bestow some earthly good? -But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food.
8 6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice, At grace and favours so divine;
Nor will I change my happy choice, For all their corn, and all their wine.
C. M. Barby. York. [*] Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.—An Evening Psalm. ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; am forever thine;
1 fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin.
e 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and business 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, Great God, my faith, my hope relies Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
PSALM 5. C. M. Reading. Sunday. [b] For the Lord's Day Morning.
ORD, 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.
e 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.
o 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 O 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.
7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust, Forever shout for joy.
8 The men who love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them, With favour as a shield.]
Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed.
IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Withdraw the dreadful storm:
Nor let thy fury burn so hot,
Against a feeble worm.
p 2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppressed:
My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eyes consumed with grief; How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief?
-5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans, He saves us for his mercy's sake, And heals our broken bones.
o 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath:
e For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death.
L. M. Dresden. Pleyel. [b] Temptations in Sickness overcome.
1 TORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,
When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise
2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made; O let thy gentler touches heal.
3 See how I pass my weary days, In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night, My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there.
6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.]
PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b] God's Care of his People against Persecutors. trust is in my Heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God: o Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those who seek my blood. d 2 With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear:
As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliverer's near.
-3 If I have e'er provoked them first, Or once abused my foe;
Then let him tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low.
e 4 If there were malice found in me, (I know thy piercing eyes,)
I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise.
o 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment, and command Deliverance for my soul.
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