e 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lostg When the last trumpet shakes the skies. -[5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand, In judgment with the pious race ; e The dreadful judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff'rent place. d 6 Straight is the way my saints have trod, 'I bless'd the path and drew it plain; 'But you would choose the crooked road; 'And down it leads to endless pain.'] 1 PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton. [*] 2 The things, so long foretold p When Jews and Gentiles rose to slay Jesus, thy holy child. -[3 Why did the Gentiles rage, Bend all their counsels, to destroy 4 Rulers and kings agree, To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite, d 5 The Lord derides their rage, He who hath rais'd him from the dead 0 6 PAUSE Now he's ascended high, The merit of his blood he pleads, -7 -7 g He asks, and God bestows Far as the world's remotest ends, e 8 Must feel his iron red; o He'll vindicate those honours well, Which he received from God. e 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, With trembling joy, ye people, bow d 10 If once his wrath arise, o Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.] p 1 C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*] Christ exalted and his Enemies warned. W HY 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, who sits above the skies, Derides their rage below; He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, d 3 "I call him my eternal Son, e 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Adore the King of heav'nly birth, 06 With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die; -Those are secure, and those alone, L. M. Bath. [*] Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage? Against the Lord their powers engage, d 2 Come, let us break his bands,' say they, 'My hand shall bring him from the dead, 'And he shall stand your Sovereign still." o 5 (His wondrous rising from the earth, Makes his eternal Godhead known, o The Lord declares his heav'nly birth; d 'This day have I begot my Son. 6 Ascend my Son, to my right hand, "There thou shalt ask, and I'll bestow, 'The utmost bounds of Heathen lands; 'To thee the northern isles shall bow.') e 7 But nations that resist his grace, Will fall beneath his iron stroke; His rod will crush his foes with ease, As potters' earthen ware is broke. PAUSE. -8 Now, ye who sit on earthly thrones, e 9 With humble love address the Son, e His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke his jealousy. g 10 His storms will drive you quick to hell; He is a God, and ye but dust: o Happy the souls who know him well, And make his grace their only trust.] PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*] Doubts and Fears suppressed; or God our Defence from Sin and p 1 MY Satan. Y God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! -Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. e 2 The lying tempter would persuade, -3 But thou, my glory and my strength, e 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill I call'd my Father and my God; 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, I 'woke and wonder'd at the grace, g 6 What though the host of death and hell, o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, My God has broke the serpent's teeth, 0 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; 10 L. M. Worship. Armley. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.—A Morning Psalm. LORD, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, He rais'd my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song. PSALM 4. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.-God our Portion, and Christ our Hope. GOD of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend, when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try, To turn my glory into shame; e How long will scoffers love to lie, 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 dy'd. -4 When our obedient hands have done 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?" Nor will I change my happy choice, C. M. Barby. York. [*] Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.—An Evening Psalm. |