I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. e 2 And while I rest my weary head, 4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, 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 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 o 4 But to thy house will I resort, I will frequent thy holy court, -5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, PAUSE. 6 [My watchful enemies combine, 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, 8 The men who love and fear thy name, The mighty God will compass them, PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b] e 1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Withdraw the dreadful storm: Nor let thy fury burn so hot, p 2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares, My couch is witness to my tears, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 4 Shall I be still tormented more? -5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, o 6 The virtue of his sovereign word e For silent graves praise not the Lord, L. M. Dresden. Pleyel. [b] 1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, 2 Pity my languishing estate, 3 See how I pass my weary days, 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b] 1 M2 d 2 With insolence and fury they As hungry lions rend the prey, -3 If I have e'er provoked them first, Then let him tread my life to dust, e 4 If there were malice found in me, I should not dare appeal to thee, o 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, PAUSE. 6 [Let sinners, and their wicked rage, Shall not the God of truth engage -7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, -8 For me their malice digged a pit, 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadfu! sword: o Awake, my soul, and praise the grace, And justice of the Lord.] PSALM 80s God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man. 1 Ο Thy glories round the earth are spread, 2 When to thy works on high, And see the moon complete in light, 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, 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. 5 Thine honours crown his head, And birds that cut the air with wings, o 6 How rich thy bounties are! 0 g Of dust and worms thy power can frame 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 glories round the earth are spread, C. M. Mear. [*] 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, 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, That thou should'st visit him with grace, 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 ; Th' obedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his power. g 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; Bring their large shoals to Peter's net; 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. |