PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*] Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan.

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M'How fast my foes increase!

Y 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;

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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.]

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 :

He 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 our Hope.

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,
e "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.

LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I 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.

LORD, 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.

PAUSE.

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.]

PSALM 6. C. M.

Wantage. [b]

Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed.

N anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

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me

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.

06 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.
ORD, 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.

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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.