PSALM III. Com no'n Metre.

b Doubts and Fears suppressed. 1 My God, how many are my fears !

How fast my foes increase ! Their number, how it multiplies !

How fatal to my peace! 2 The lying tempter would persuade

There's no relief from heav'n; And all my swelling sins appear

Too great to be forgiv'n.
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,

On thee my hopes rely;
My sinking spirit thou wilt raise,

And lift my head on high.
4 In former times of deep distress

To God I made my pray'r : He heard me from his holy hill;

Why should I now despair ?
5 Guarded by him, I lay me down

My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,

Through him in safety wake. 6 Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His arm alone can save ; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.

Tate and Watts, united and varied. PSALM IV. ver. 6, 7. Common Metre.

* or b True Happiness only in God. 1 When fancy spreads her boldest wings,

And wanders unconfin'd,
Amidst the varied scene of things

Which entertain the mind;

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2 In vain we trace creation o'er,

In search of sacred rest;
The whole creation is too poor

To make us fully blest.
3 In vain would this low world employ

Each flatt'ring specious wile ;
For what can yield a real joy

But our Creator's smile?
4. Let earth with all her charms depart,

Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone our restless heart

An equal bliss can find.
5 Great Source of all felicity,

To thee our wishes tend !
Do not these wishes rise from thee,

And in thy favour end ?
6 Thy favour, Lord, is all we want,

Here would our spirit rest;
O seal the rich, the boundless grant,

And make us fully blest !

Mrs. Steel E.

PSALM IV.

ver. 8. Long Metre.

An Evening Song 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known

Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,

And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for my head;

His ever watchful eye shall keep

Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear :

O may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning let me hear

'The love and kindness of thy heart. 5 Thus when the night of death shall come,

My flesh shall resi beneath the ground;
And wait thy voice to break the tomb,
With glad salvation in the sound.

For the Lord's Day Morning. 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I address my pray r,

To thee direct mine eye.
2 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. 3 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of truth and grace!
Make ev'ry path of duty straight

And plain before my face.
5 The men who love and fear thy name,

Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them
With

favour, as a shield. WATTS.

PSALM VI. Common Metre.

b
Prayer in Sickness.
1 In anger, Lord, rebuke ine not,

But spare a wretch forlorn ;
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,

Too heavy to be borne.
2 Sorrow and pain consume the day,

I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,

Till the slow morning rise.
3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,

And fills my soul with grief ;
How long, O Lord, wilt thou delay

To grant me thy relief ?
4 The gloomy shades of death cannot

Thy glorious acts proclaim ;
No pris'ner of the silent grave

Can magnify thy name.
5 He hears when dust and ashes pray,

He pities all my groans ;
He saves me for his mercy's sake,

And heals my broken bones.
6 The virtue of his soy'reign word

Restores my fainting breath ;
To him will I devote that life
Which he has sav'd from death.

Tate and Warts united and varied.
PSALM VII. Common Metre. * or b

Confidence in God.
1 My trust is in my heav'nly Friend,

My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.

2 If malice lurk”d within my heart,

Before thy piercing eyes,
I should not dare appeal to thee,

Nor ask my God to rise.
3 Impartial Judge of all the world,

I trust my cause to thee;
According to my righteousness

So let thy sentence be.
4. Let wicked arts of wicked men

Be wholly overthrown ;
But guard the just, O God, to whom

The hearts of both are known.
5 Then will I all the righteous ways

Of Providence proclaim ;
I'll sing the praise of God most high,
And celebrate his name.

Tate and Watts, united.
PSALM VIII. Common Metre.

* or 6
Divine Condescension,
10 Thou, to whom all creatures bow,

Within this earthly frame !
Through all the world, how great art thou,

How glorious is thy name ! 2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,

Employs my wond'ring sight
The moon that nightly rules the sky,

With stars of feebler light; 3 Lord, what is man! that thou shouldst choose

To keep him in thy mind! Or what his race, that thou shouldst prove

To them so wondrous kind ! 4 Him next in power thou didst create

To thy celestial train ;