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e 2 Tird with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Though I should wake and rise: no more. 04 But God sustain'd me all the night :
Salvation doth to God belong:
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 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 ?" -But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heavenly food.
At grace and favours so divine;
C. M. Barby. York. [*]
Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.-An Evening Psalm.. IT ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I I am for ever thine ;
Tow long Woroach my divides his.
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, Great God, my faith, my hope relies
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.
For the Lord's Day Morning. iT ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
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 ; 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;
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness;
To tempt my feet astray;
To make my soul their prey.
And all his plots destroy ;
For ever shout for joy.
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd•
PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b]
Complaint in Sickness: or Diseases healed. 1 TN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Nor let thy fury burn so hot,
Against a feeble worm. p 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
'Till the slow morning rise.
Mine eyes consum'd with grief;
Thine hand afford relief?
He pities all our groans;
And heals our broken bones.
Restores our fainting breath: e For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death.
L. M. Dresden. Pleyel's. [b]
Temptations in Sickness overcome.
When thou with kindness doth chastise;
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2 Pity my languishing estate, ..
PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b]
God's Care of his People against Persecutors. 1 M Y trust is in my heavenly Friend,
N1 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. 0 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.
**PAUSE." d (6 Let sinners, and their wicked rage,
Be humbled to the dust;
To vindicate the just ? - He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
Against the sons of spite.
But there themselves are cast;
On their own heads at last.
PSALM 8. S. M. St. Thomas. [*] God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man.
LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine ;
And o’er the heavens they shine.
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
Adorn the darksome skies ;
And all their shining forms,
Akin to dust and worms?,
That thou should'st 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. 06 How rich' thy bounties are !
And wondrous are thy ways.