e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
-3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure ;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
o 4 But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:

He rais'd my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.

PSALM 4. L. M.

Green's. Islington. [b]

V. 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 sccffers 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 hards have done A thousand works of righteousness, • We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?" -But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food. s 6 Then will my cheerful powers rejoice, At grace and favours so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice, For all their corn, and all their wine. C. M. Barby. York. [*]

V. 3, 4, 5, 8. An Evening Psalm. LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I am for ever 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,
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;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

PSALM 5. C M. Reading. Sunday. [b]
For the Lord's Day Morning.

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.

e 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.

o 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 O may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
PAUSE.

6 [My watchful enemies ccmbine,
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter with a base design,
To make my soul their prey.

7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy;

While those that in thy mercy trust,
For ever shout for joy.

8 The men who love and fear thy name,
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them,
With favour as a shield.

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PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b] Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed. IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

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 oppress'd:

:

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,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
"Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eyes consum'd with grief;
How long, my God, how long, before
Thine hand afford relief?

-5 He hears when dust and ashes speak:
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,
And heals our broken bones.

o 6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:
e For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

L. M. Dresden. Pleycl's. [b]
Temptations in Sickness overcome.
ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

1 When thou with kindness doth chastise

But thy fierce wrath 1 cannot bear,
O let it not against me rist

2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel;
The wounds thine heavy hand hath made;
O let thy gentler touches heal.

3 See how I pass my weary days,

In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night,
My bed is water'd with my tears;
My grief consumes and dims my sight.
4 Look, how the powers of nature mourn!
How long, Almiglity God, how long?
When will thine hour of grace return?
When shall I make thy grace my song?
5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are tempted to despair;
But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.
6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,
And all despairing thoughts depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.]

PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b] God's care of his People against Persecutors 1 MY trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God: o Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those who seek my blood. a 2 With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear:

As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliv'rer 's near.

-3 If I have e'er provok'd them first,
Or once abus'd my foe;

Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.

e 4 If there were malice found in me,
(I know thy piercing eyes,)

I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

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;

Will not the God of truth engage

To vindicate the just?

-7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
His sharpest arrows he ordains,
Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice dug a pit,
But there themselves are cast;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.

e 9 That cruel persecuting race

Must feel his dreadful sword:

o 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.

10 LORD, our heavenly King,

Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.
When to thy works on high,
I raise my wond'ring eyes,

2

And see the moon complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies ;—

3

When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,

Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
Ákin to dust and worms?

4 Lord what is worthless man;

That thou should'st love him so? g Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below.

-5

Thine honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea.

06

How rich thy bounties are!
And wondrous are thy ways: