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PSALM III. Common Metre.

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.

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TATE and WATTS, united and varied.

PSALM IV. ver. 6, 7. Common Metre.

True Happiness only in God.

or b

1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings, And wanders unconfin'd,

Amidst the varied scene of things
Which entertain the mind;

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;

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O seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make us fully blest!

Mrs. STEELE.

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 rest beneath the ground; And wait thy voice to break the tomb, With glad salvation in the sound.

PSALM V. Common Metre.

For the Lord's Day Morning.

WATTS.

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.

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PSALM VI. Common Metre.

Prayer in Sickness.

1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me 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 sov'reign word
Restores my fainting breath;
To him will I devote that life
Which he has sav'd from death.

b

TATE and WATTS united and varied.

PSALM VII. Common Metre.

Confidence in God.

# or b

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 Metrc.

Divine Condescension.

* or b

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 ;

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