5 A broken heart, my God, my King!
Is all the sacrifice I bring:

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just :
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways:
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
8 O! may thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song:

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And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
PSALM 52. First Part. L. M.

The destruction of tyrants and persecutors.

WHY should the haughty tyrant boast,

His vengeful arm, his warlike host? While blood defiles his cruel hand, And desolation wastes the land. 7 2 He joys to hear the captive's cry, The widow's groan, the orphan's sigh; And when the weary sword would spare, His falsehood spreads the fatal snare. 3 He triumphs in the deeds of wrong, i And arms with rage his impious tongue; With pride proclaims his dreadful pow'r, And bids the trembling world adore. 4 But God is good, and with a frown, Casts to the dust his honours down: The righteous, freed, their hopes recall, And hail the proud oppressor's fall. 5 How low the persecutor lies, Who dar'd th' eternal pow'r despise; And vainly strove, with impious joy, The church and nation to destroy. 6 We praise the Lord, who heard our cries, And sent salvation from the skies. The saints who saw our mournful days, Shall join our grateful songs of praise.

PSALM 52. Second Part. L. M. The experience of the Lord's people in his house. WORD in season, spoke with pow'r, I've often heard within these walls; But none surpassing, what this hour Attends the precious gospel calls.

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2 When Christ unveils his lovely face,
And grace for grace is largely giv'n ;
A glory shines, which makes this place
The house of God, the gate of heav'n.
3 Here, in thy courts, let me be seen,
Growing in faith, and hope, and love :
Like olives fair, and fresh, and green,
And rip'ning for the world above.
4 Here will I view thy glory, Lord,
And songs for all thy goodness raise :
Here will I wait to hear thy word,
And join with saints who sing thy praise.
PSALM 53. First Part. L. M.

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Practical Atheism.

HERE is a God," all nature cries:

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The heav'ns and earth this truth con

Yet this, the atheist fool denies,

And dares his impious thoughts express.

2 The Lord, from his celestial tow'r,
Look'd down, the sons of men to view :
To see if any own'd his pow'r,
If any truth and justice knew.
3 But all he saw were gone aside,

All, in their hearts, were atheists grown?
None took religion for their guide,
Not one did God his sov'reign own.
4 O wretched state! how fall'n are men!
How guilty, helpless, lost, and dead!
They're all concluded under sin,
Their hope is gone, their peace is fled.
5 To such, the Lord his gospel sends ;
For these, a Saviour he appoints;
To them his grace with pow'r extends;
And changes atheists into saints.

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PSALM 53. Second Part. C. M.
The folly of persecutors.—Security of Saints.

ARE all the foes of Zion fools,

Who thus devour her saints?

Do they not know her Saviour rules
And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise :
For God's avenging arm

Scatters the bones of them that rise

To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of Satan boast

Of armies in array:

When God has first dispers'd their host,
They fall an easy prey.

[fess;

4 O for a word from Zion's King,
Her captives to restore !
Jacob with all his tribes shall sing
And Judah weep no more.

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PSALM 54. L. P. M.

Prayer for deliverance from enemies.

MY God, preserve my soul;

O make my spirit whole :

To save me let thy strength appear;
Strangers my steps surround;
Their pride and rage confound,

And bring thy great salvation near.

2 Those that against me rise

Are aliens from the skies :

They hate thy church and kingdom, Lord! They mock thy fearful name :

They glory in their shame,

Nor heed the wonders of thy word.

3 But O thou king divine,

My chosen friends are thine,

The men, that still my soul sustain :

Wilt thou my foes subdue,

And form their hearts anew,

And snatch them from eternal pain.

4 Escap'd from ev'ry woe,

O! grant me, here below,

To praise thy name with those I love :
And, when beyond the skies,

Our souls unbodied rise,

Unite us in the realms above.

PSALM 55. First Part. C. M.

Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.

10 God, my refuge, hear my cries,

my flowing tears:

For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levell'd at my life;
My soul with guilt they load;
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with ev'ry breath:
Horror and fear beset me round,

Among the shades of death.

4 O! were I like a feather'd dove,
Soon would I stretch my wings,
And fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.

5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.

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PSALM 55. Second Part. S. M.
Daily Devotions.

ET sinners take their course,

LET choose the road to death;

But in the worship of my God

I'll spend my daily breath.
2 My thoughts address his throne,
When morning brings the light:
I seek his blessings ev'ry noon,
And pay my vows at night.
3 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God!

While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath thine angry rod.

4 Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel;
They neither fear nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.

5 But I with all my cares,
Will lean upon the Lord :
I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.

6 His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love;

The ground on which their safety stands,
No earthly pow'r can move.

PSALM 56. First Part. C. M.
Trust in God under slanderous imputations.
THOU whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th' oppressor cease;

Behold! how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.

2 The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord;
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.

3 In God, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.

4 They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults:
Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.

5 Shall they escape without thy frown?
Must their devices stand?

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O! cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand!

PSALM 56. Second Part. C. M.
God's care of his people.

GP counts the sorrows of his saints,

Their groans affect his ears:

Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.

2 When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;

So swift is pray'r to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.

3 In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust,

4 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word!
"How righteous all thy ways!"

5 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death;
O! set thy pris'ner free :

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That heart and hand, and life and breath
May be employ'd for thee,

PSALM 57. L. M.

Providence praised.

MY God, in whom are all the springs

Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown,

2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry,
The Lord will my desires perform :
He sends his angels from the sky,
And saves me from the threat'ning storm.
3 Be thou exalted, O̟ my God!

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell:
Thy pow'r, on earth be known abroad,
Let land to land thy wonders tell.

4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise
Immortal honours to thy name:
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame,