Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.
PSALM 4. First Part. L. M.
God our portion and Christ our hope.,
GOD of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain;
Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.
2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Saviour's name!
3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside:
He hears the cry of penitents,
For the dear sake of Christ that died. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in Christ alone, 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 heav'nly food. 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice At grace and favours so divine,
Nor will I change my happy choice,
For all their corn, and all their wine.
PSALM 4. Second Part. C. M.
LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and bus'ness 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 and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd 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.
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.
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.
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 ev'ry 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
For ever shout for joy.
8 The men that love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.
PSALM 6. C. M.
Complaint in Sickness.
N anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot, Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain opprest;
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 afflicted more?
Mine eyes consum'd with grief?
How long, my God, how long befor
Thy hand affords relief!
5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for our Saviour's sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sov'reign word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Our lips are seal'd in death.
God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors.
M My hope in thee, my God;
Y trust is in my heav'nly friend,
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear;
As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliv'rer's near.
3 If I indulge in thoughts unjust,
And wish and seek their woe,
Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.
4 If there were malice hid in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.
5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and pow'r control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.
6 Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?
7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.
8 For me their malice dug a pit,
But there themselves are cast:
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own head at last.
9 That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace,
And justice of the Lord.
PSALM 8. First Part. S. M.
The sovereignty and goodness of God.
LORD, our heav'nly King,
Thy name is all divine,
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.
2 When to thy works on high,
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies:
3 When I survey the stars
And all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man! that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?
4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou should'st love him so?
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