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• 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Though I should wake and rise no more. 04 But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:
PSALM 4. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.-God our portion, and Christ
Hear and attend, when I complain ;
To turn my glory into shame;
And dare reproach my Saviour's name? d 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside : e He hears the cry of penitents,
For the dear sake of Christ who died.
A thousand works of righteousness, o We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pard'ning grace. -5 Let the unthinking many say, e “ Who will bestow some earthly good ?" -But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heav'nly food.
At grace and favours so divine ;
C. M. Barby. York. [*]
U I am forever thine ;
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 my bed,
With my own heart and thee. -3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice:
And when my work is done,
Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
And will my slumbers keep.
PSALM '5. C. M. Reading. Sunday. [b]
For the Lord's Day Morning.
U My voice ascending high;
To thee lift up mine eye.
To plead for all his saints,
Our songs and our complaints.
The wicked shall not stand ;
Nor dwell at thy right hand. 04 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there ;
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness;
To tempt my feet astray;
To make my soul their prey.
7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy ;
For ever shout for joy.
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd ;
With favour as a shield.]
PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b]
Complaint in Sickness : or, Diseases healed. e 1 TN anger, Lord, rebuke me not ;
1 Withdraw the dreadful storm: Nor let thy fury burn so hot,
Against a feeble worm. p 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain opprest:
My tears forbid my rest.
I waste the night with cries,
'Till the slow morning rise.
Mine eyes consum'd with grief;
Thine hand afford relief?
He pitiés all our groans ;
And heals cur broken bones.
Restores our fainting breath: e For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death.
L. M. [b] Dresden. Pleyel.
Temptations in Sickness overcome.
When thou with kindness doth chastise ;
2 Pity my languishing estate,
PSALM 7. C. M. Bedforit. [b] God's Care of his people against Persecutors. 1M Y trust is in my heav'nly Friend,
IVI 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 deliv'rer's near.
Or once abus'd 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 pow'r control; Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.
Be humbled to the dust ;
To vindicate the just ?
He will defend th' upright; His sharpest arrows he ordains,
Against the sons of spite.
But there themselves are cast ;
On their own heads at last.
Must feel his dreadful sword: • Awake, my soul, and praise the grace,
And justice of the Lord.]
PSALM 8. S. M. St. Thomas. [*] God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man.
1 O LORD, our heav'nly King,
U Thy name is all divine ;
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
Adorn the darksome skies ;
And all their shining forms,
Akin to dust and worms?
That thou shouldst love him so ? & Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.
While beasts like slaves obey,
And fish that cleave the sea.
And wondrous are thy ways: