Through grief I make my bed to swim,
My couch to flow with tears.

7 By reason of my vexing grief
Mine eye consumed is;

It waxeth old, because of all
That are mine enemies.

8 But now, depart from me all ye
That work iniquity:

Because the Lord hath heard my voice
When I did mourn and cry.

9 Unto my supplication's voice
The Lord hath lent his ear;
When to the Lord my prayer I make,
He graciously will hear.

10 Let all be troubled and asham'd
That enemies are to me;

Let them turn back, and suddenly
Ashamed let them be.

Psalm VII.

Esslingen, 19.

LORD my God, in thee do I
My confidence repose;

Save and deliver me from all
My persecuting foes;

2 Lest that the enemy my soul
Should, like a lion, tear,

In pieces rending it, while there
Is no deliverer.

3 O Lord my God, if it be so
That I committed this;
If it be so that in my hands
Iniquity there is;

4 If I rewarded ill to him

That was at peace with me;

(Yea, even the man that without cause My foe was I did free;)

5 Then let the foe pursue and take
My soul, and my life thrust
Down to the earth, and let him lay
Mine honour in the dust.

6 Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself, For my foes raging be;

And, to the judgment which thou hast
Commanded, wake for me.

7 Of nations the assembled host
Around thee shall draw nigh;
And over them do thou return
Unto thy place on high.

8 Jehovah shall the people judge;
My judge, Jehovah be,

After my righteousness and mine
Integrity in me.

9 O let the wicked's mischief end;
The righteous fortify;

Because the righteous God art thou
Who heart and reins dost try.

10 In God, who saves the upright in heart, Is my defence and stay.

11 God is a righteous Judge, and God
Is angry every day.

12 If he do not repent and turn,
Then he his sword will whet;
His bow he hath already bent,
And hath it ready set:
13 He also hath for him prepared
The instruments of death;

Against the persecutors he
His shafts ordained hath.

14 Behold, he with iniquity
Doth travail as in birth;
A mischief he conceived hath,
And falsehood shall bring forth.

15 He made a pit, and digged it deep,
Another there to take;

But he is fallen into the ditch
Which he himself did make.

16 On his own head shall be returned
The mischief he hath wrought;
The violence that he hath done,
Shall on himself be brought.
17 According to his righteousness
The Lord I'll magnify;

And praise will sing unto his name,
Who is the Lord most high.

Psalm VIII.-1st Version.

St. Peter, 49.

1

OW excellent in all the earth,

Who hast thy glory far advanced

Above the starry frame.

2 From infants' and from sucklings' mouths
Thou power didst ordain,
Because of foes, that so thou mightst
The vengeful foe restrain.

3 When I look up unto thy heavens,
Which thine own fingers framed,
Unto the moon and to the stars,
Which were by thee ordained;
4 Then say I, What is man, that he
Remembered is by thee?

Or what the son of man, that thou
So kind to him shouldst be?

5 For thou a little lower hast

Him than the angels made;
With glory and with dignity
Thou crowned hast his head.

6 Of thy hands' works thou madest him lord; All 'neath his feet didst lay,

7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts That in the field do stray;

8 Fowl of the air, fish of the sea, All that pass through the same. 9 How excellent in all the earth, Lord, our Lord, is thy name!

Psalm VIII.-2nd Version.

Goss, 78.

1 LORD, our Lord, how excellent In all the earth thy name!

Who hast thy glory set above

The starry frame.

2 From infants' and from sucklings' mouths Is strength by thee ordained,

That so the avenger may be quelled,

The foe restrained.

3 When I behold thy spacious heavens,
The work of thine own hand,

The moon and stars in order set
By thy command;

4 O, what is man, that thou shouldst him In kind remembrance bear?

Or what the son of man, that thou

For him shouldst care?

5 For thou a little lower hast

Him than the angels made;

With honour and with glory thou
Hast crowned his head.

6 Lord of thy works thou hast him made; All unto him must yield,

All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts
Which roam the field.

7 Fowl of the air, fish of the sea,
All that pass through the same;
O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth
How great thy name!

Psalm IX.

Kaltenthal, 27.

1 LORD, thee I'll praise with all my heart,

Thy wonders all proclaim.

2 In thee, most High, I'll greatly joy, And sing unto thy name.

3 When back my foes were turned, they fell, And perished at thy sight:

4 For thou maintainst my right and cause; Enthroned sitt'st judging right.

5 The heathen thou rebuked hast,
The wicked overthrown;

Thou hast put our their names, that they
May never more be known.

6 The desolations are complete
That fell the foe upon;

Their cities thou hast razed quite,
Their memory is gone.

7 The Lord for ever doth endure;
For judgment sets his throne;
8 In righteousness to judge the world,
Justice to give each one.

9 So shall the Lord a refuge be
For those that are oppressed;
A refuge will he be for them,
What time they are distressed.

10 And they that know thy name in thee
Their confidence will place:

For thou hast not forsaken them
That truly seek thy face.
11 O sing ye praises to the Lord
That dwells in Zion hill;
Among the people everywhere
His deeds declare ye still.

12 When he enquireth after blood,
He doth remember them: