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2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all our drowsy pow'rs.

3 Lord, may we yield to thy command;
To thee still consecrate our days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

PSALM IV. (L. M.)

1 TO thee, my God, when troubles press,
My trembling soul for help shall fly:
Hope of thy saints in all distress,
In mercy hear my humble cry.

2 Ye sons of men, from sin depart;
Before his presence stand in awe;
Commune in secret with your heart,
And learn, and keep, his righteous law.

3 Let others covet earthly store;

Lord, fill our hearts with light and peace ;
Those heav'nly gifts delight us more,
Than all their harvests' large increase.

4 Secure from harm, since thou art near,
Father, I lay me down to rest :

What should thy happy children fear,
With thy protecting presence blest?

PSALM V. (c. M.)

1 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.

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.

PSALM VIII. (c. M.)

1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou, How glorious is thy name!

2 In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon'd there;

And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wond'ring sight;
The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st
To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?

5 O thou, to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou,
How glorious is thy name!

PSALM IX. (c. M.)

1 TO celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;
To all the list'ning world thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasure bring;

Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.

3 God is a constant sure defence
Against oppressing rage;

As troubles rise, his needful aids
In our behalf engage.

4 All those who have his goodness prov'd,
Will in his truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on his help relied.

5 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Zion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

PSALM XIII. (c. M.)

1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one who seeks his God in vain ?
Wilt thou thy face for ever hide?
Shall I still pray, and be denied?

2 How would the powers of darkness boast, If one poor suppliant were lost!

But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face!
3 Whate'er my foes or fears suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall own thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice in songs of praise.

PSALM XVI. (c. M.)

1 MY lot is fall'n in that blest land
Where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral hand;
'Tis he supports my throne.

2 I strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;

No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh.

3 Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice ;

My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

4 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
That to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.

PSALM XVII. (L. M.)

1 WHAT sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake, and find me there?

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