'Tis sweet conversing on my bed With my own heart and thee. 3. I pay this evening sacrifice;

And when my work is done,
Great God! my faith and 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.

For the Lord's Day Morning.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
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My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;

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2 Up to the hills, where Christ is
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.

6 My watchful enemies combine
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 that love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

PSALM 6. C. M.

Complaint in Sickness.

1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not,

Withdraw the dreadful storm;

Nor let thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest;

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 afflicted more?

Mine eyes consum'd with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thy hand afford relief?

5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;

He saves us for our Saviour's sake,
And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath;

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PSALM 7. C. M.

The Christian's integrity-an appeal to God.
Y trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
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 indulge in thoughts unjust,
And wish and seek their woe,
Then let them tread my life to dust.
And lay mine honour low.

4 If there were malice hid 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.

6 Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust ;

Shall 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.

9 That cruel,persecuting race

Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord.

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PSALM 8. First Part. S. M.

Condescension of God.

LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine,

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
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,
Akin to dust and worms!

4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou shouldst love him so!
Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!
How wond'rous are thy ways!

Of dust and worms, thy power can frame
A monument of

praise.

PSALM 8. Second Part. L. M.

First and Second Adam.

ORD, what was man, when made at first
Adam, the offspring of the dust,

That thou should'st set him and his race,
But just below an angel's place!

2 That thou should'st raise his nature so,

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And make him lord of all below
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet!
3 But O, 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 :
Yet 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.

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PSALM 8. Third Part. L. M.

The Hosannah of the Children.

ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread;

And thine eternal glories rise,

O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise; And babes with uninstructed tongue Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground; To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policy confound.

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PSALM 9. First Part. C. M.
The righteous God the refuge of his People.
VITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

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