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I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

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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]

1

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.

e 1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

Withdraw the dreadful storm:

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.

o 6 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.

1 LORD, 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.
Y 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.

PAUSE.

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 digged a pit,
But there themselves are cast;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.

9 That cruel persecuting race

Must feel his dreadfu! sword:

o Awake, my soul, and praise the grace, And justice of the Lord.]

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PSALM 80s
'S M. St. Thomas. [*]

God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man.
LORD, our Heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine;

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Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high,
I raise my wondering 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: g Next to thine angels is he placed, And lord of all below.

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5 Thine honours crown his head,
While beasts like slaves obey,

And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.

o 6 How rich thy bounties are!
And wondrous are thy ways:

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Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

7 [Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings, thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name;

And strike the world with awe.

8 O Lord, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine :

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Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.]

C. M. Mear. [*]

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Christ's Condescension and Glorification.

[O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great

Is thine exalted name! o The glories of thy heavenly state Let men and babes proclaim.

-2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;-

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so !

4 That thine eternal Son should bear,

To take a mortal form;

D Made lower than his angels are,

To save a dying worm.

-5 Yet, while he lived on earth unknown, And men would not adore ;

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Th' obedient seas and fishes own

His Godhead and his power.

g 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;
And fish at his command,

Bring their large shoals to Peter's net;
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of the Son, Shone through the fleshy cloud; e Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.

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