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I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin. e 2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free, Tis sweet conversing on iny bed,
With my own heart and thee. 3 1 pay this evening sacrifice :
And when my wor is done, Great God, my faithi, my hope relies
U pon thy grace alone.
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
And will my slumbers keep.
For the Lord's Day Morning. 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My ; 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. 04 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.
6 (My watchful enemies combine,
To tempt my feet astray ; They flatier with a base design,
To make my soul their prey.
7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy ;
Forever shout for joy.
Shall see their hopes fulfilled ;
PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. 
Withdraw the dreadful storm :
Against a feeble worm. p 2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares,
My Aesh with pain oppressed : My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid iny rest.
I waste the night with cries,
Till the slow inorning rise.
Mine eyes consumed with grief; How long, my God, how long, before
Thine hand afford relief?
He pities all our groans,
And heals our broken bones.
Restores our fainting breath :
Temptations in Sickness odercome. 1LRDI can suffer thy rebukes,
When thou with kindness dost chastise ;
2 Pity my languishing estate,
PSALM 7. C. M.
C. M. Bedford. [b] God's Care of his People against Persecutors.
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. d 2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear :
When no deliverer's near.
Or once abused my foe;
And lay mine honour low.
(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.
16 (Let sinners, and their wicked rage,
Be humbled to the dust ;
To vindicate the just ?
He will defend th' upright; His sharpest arrows he ordains,
Against the song of spite. :
But there themselves are cast;
On their own heads at last. a 9 That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreaufu! sword": 0 Awake, my soul, anu praise the grace,
And justice of the Lord.]
PSALM 8. S M. “St. Thomas. [*] God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man. 10 ,
Thy name is all divine ;
And o'er the heavens they shine.
I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies ;
And all their shining forms,
Akın to dust and worms?
That thou should'st love him so : & Next to thine angels is he placed,
And lord of all below.
While beasts like slaves obey,
And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are !
And wondrous are thy ways:
1!O LODcour Lord, how wondrous great
Or dust and worins thy power can frame
A monument of praise,
And sucklings, thou canst draw
And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heavenly King,
Thy name is al divine : 8 Thy glories round the earth are spread, Ånd o'er the heavens they shine.]
C. M. Mear. [*] Christ's Condescension and Glorification. 1
Is thine exalted name! o The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim. -2 When I behold thy works on high, 1.
The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light ;-
Who'dwells so far below,
And love his nature so !
To take a mortal form; o Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm.
And men would not adore ;
His Godhead and his power.
And fish at his cominand,
Bring tribute to his hand,
Shone through the fleshy cloud; e Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confess hini God.