PSALM II. (C.M.)
1 WHY did the nations join to slay
The Lord's anointed Son?
Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?
2 The Lord, that sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below;
He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through: 3 "I call him my eternal Son,
“And raise him from the dead;
"I make my holy hill his throne,
"And wide his kingdom spread.
4"Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
"The utmost heathen lands:
Thy rod of iron shall destroy
"The rebel that withstands."
5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th' anointed Lord;
Adore the King of heav'nly birth,
And tremble at his word.
6 With humble love address his throne,
For, if he frown, ye die:
Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.
PSALM IV. 6, 7. (C. M.)
} IN vain the erring world inquires
For some substantial good:
While earth confines their low desires,
They live on airy food.
2 Not all the bliss which earth bestows Can fill the craving mind:
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.
3 Begone, ye gilded vanities;
I seek some solid good:
To real bliss my wishes rise,
The favour of my God.
4 Grant, O my God, this one request:
Oh, be thy grace alone
My ample portion-here I rest,
For heav'n is in the boon.
PSALM V. 1-8. (C. M.)
1 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.
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.
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 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face!
PSALM VI. (C. M.)
1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke Thy feeble worm, O God:
My spirit dreads thy angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.
2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;
Regard my heavy groans;
Oh, let thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones.
3 Return, and shew thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?
4 Now let my enemies depart,
Nor tempt me to despair:
My Saviour comes to cheer my heart;
The Lord hath heard my prayer.
10 THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!
2 In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon'd there;
And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.
3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight,
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;
4 What's man,OLord,that thou shouldst love To keep him in thy mind?
His offspring what,that thou shouldst prove
To them so wondrous kind?
50 Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!
PSALM VIII. PART II. 4-9. (L. M.)
I LORD, what was man when made at first,
Adam, the offspring of the dust,
That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?
2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet!
3 But oh, what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born?
4 See him below his angels made,
See him in dust among the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine,
5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The mis'ries that attend the fall,
New-made and glorious shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.
1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?
2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?
Shall they advance their beads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?
3 They put thy judgements from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.
4 Arise, O God! lift up thy hand,
Attend our humble cry:
No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.
5 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ears to hear;
Wilt hearken what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.
PSALM XI. (L.M.)
1 MY refuge is the God of love: Why do my foes insult and cry,
Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly?"
2 The Lord in heav'n hath fix'd his throne,
His eyes survey the world below;
To him all mortal things are known;
His eyelids search our spirits through.
3 If he afflicts his saints so far,
To prove their love, and try their grace;
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.
4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that his own image bear.
PSALM XVI. 8-11. (L. M.)
1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop:
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