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.

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PSALM 5. C. M. Reading. Sunday. [b]

For the Lord's Day Morning.

ORD, 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 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 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.

Ν

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. Pleyel's. [b]

Temptations in Sickness overcome.

ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness doth chastise;

But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,

O let it not against me rise.

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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 pow'rs of nature mourn!
How long, Almighty 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.]

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PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b]

MY

God's Care of his People against Persecutors. Y 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. d 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.

o 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.]

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PSALM 8. S. M. St. Thomas. [*] God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man. 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,

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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 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,

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And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.
How rich thy bounties are!
And wondrous are thy ways:

o Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise.

-7 [Out of the mouths of babes

And sucklings, thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name; And strike the world with awe. O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine:

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

C. M. Mear. [*]

Christ's Condescension and Glorification.

[LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great,
Is thine exalted name:

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.
-2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;-

e 3 Lord what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so!

4 That thine eternal Son should bear,
To take a mortal form;

p Made lower than his angels are,

To save a dying worm.

-5 Yet while he lived on earth unknown, And men would not adore;

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Th' obedient seas and fishes own

His Godhead and his power.

g 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;

And fish at his command,

Bring their large shoals to Peter's net;
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of the Son, Shone through the fleshy cloud; e Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.