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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.
4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safely keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep.
PSALM 5. C. M. Reading. Sunday: [b]

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.

PAUSE.

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 ;
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. [1]
Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed.
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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 Aesh with pain oppressed : My couch is witness to my tears,

My tears forbid iny rest.
3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;

I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,

Till the slow inorning 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.
0 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. Pleycl. [b]

Temptations in Sickness odercome. 1LRDI can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise ;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
O let it not against me rise

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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, 18"
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.]

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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 :
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.
6 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

16 (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 song 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. 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 ;
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,

Akın to dust and worms?
4 Lord, what is worthless man;

That thou should'st love him so : & Next to thine angels is he placed,

And lord of all below.
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. 6 How rich thy bounties are !

And wondrous are thy ways:

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1!O LODcour Lord, how wondrous great

Or dust and worins thy power can frame

A monument of praise,
7 (Out of the mouths of babeg

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 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 ;-
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; o 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;

And fish at his cominand,
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 hini God.

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