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PSALM II. The same. (C. M.)

1 WHY did the nations join to slay

The Lord's anointed Son?

Why did they cast his laws away
And tread his gospel down?

2 The Lord that sits above the skies
Derides their rage below,

He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.

3 "I call him my eternal son,

"And raise him from the dead: "I make my holy hill his throne, "And wide his kingdom spread. 4 "Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmost heathen lands: "Thy rod of iron shall destroy "The rebel that withstands." 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th' anointed Lord; Adore the King of heav'nly birth, And tremble at his word.

6 With humble love address his throne,
For if he frown ye die;

Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

PSALM II. (L. M.)

Christ's Death, Resurrection, &c.

1 WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage?
The Romans why their swords employ?
Against the Lord their powers engage
His dear anointed to destroy?

2" Come, let us break his bands," they say,
"This man shall never give us laws;'
And thus they cast his yoke away,
And nail'd the monarch to the cross.

3 But God who high in glory reigns,

Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls;
He'll vex their haunts with inward pains,
And speak in thunder to their souls.

4" I will maintain the king I made
"On Zion's everlasting hill,

"My hand shall bring him from the dead, "And he shall stand your sovereign still."

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5 His wonderous rising from the earth Makes his eternal godhead known: The Lord declares his heavenly birth: "This day have I begot my Son.

Ascend, my Son, to my right hand, "There thou shalt ask, and I bestow "The utmost bounds of heathen land; "To thee the Northern Isles shall bow."] 7 But nations that resist his grace Shall fall beneath his iron stroke; His rod shall crush his foes with ease, As potter's earthen work is broke.

PAUSE.

8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones,
Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Now, at his feet submit your crowns,
Rejoice and tremble at his name.
9 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he grow angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealousy.

10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell,
He is a god, and ye but dust:

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Happy the souls that know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.

PSALM III. (C. M.)

Doubts and Fears suppressed.

MY God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!

Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
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 threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list ning ear;
I call'd my Father and my God,
And he subdu'd my fear.

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5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I woke and wonder'd at the grace
That guarded my repose.]

6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell
All arm'd against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing:

My God has broke the serpent's teeth,
And Death has lost his sting.

8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save:
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

PSALM III. 1-5,8. (L.M.)
A Morning Psalm.

1 LORD, how many are my foes,

In this weak state of flesh and blood
My peace they daily discompose:
But iny defence and hope is God.
2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee Irais'd my evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine Almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid,
I laid me down and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid
Tho' I should wake and rise no more.
4 But God sustain'd me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong:
He rais'd my head to see the light,
And makes his praise my morning song.

PSALM IV. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. (L. M.` Hearing of Prayer: or, God our Portion, and Christ our Hope.

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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 dy'd.
4 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God 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 powers rejoice,
At grace and favour so divine;

Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their corn, and all their wine.

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PSALM IV. 3, 4, 5, 8. (C. M.)

An Evening Psalm.

ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am for ever thine;

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

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 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 V. (C. M.)

For the Lord's Day Morning.

1 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,

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.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

50 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
For ever shout with 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.

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PSALM VI. (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 tormented more?
Mine eye consum'd with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

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