2 Tir'd with the Burdens of the Day,
To Thee I rais'd an Ev'ning Cry;
Thou heard'ft when I began to pray,
And thine Almighty Help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heav'nly Aid, '
I laid me down and slept fecure;
Not Death could make my Heart afraid,
Though I fhould wake and rise no more.
4 My GOD fuftain'd me all the Night:
Salvation doth to GOD belong:
He rais'd my Head to fee the Light,
And make his Praise my Morning Song.

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PSALM IV. Metre i.

LORD, Thou wilt hear me when I pray,

am for ever thine;

I fear before Thee all the Day,

Nor would I dare to fin.

2 And while I reft my weary Head,
From Cares and Bufinefs free,
'Tis fweet converfing on my Bed
With my own Heart and Thee.

3 I pay this Ev'ning-Sacrifice;

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And when my Work is done,
Great GOD, my Faith and Hope relies
Upon thy Grace alone.

Thus with my Thoughts compos'd to Peace,

I'll give mine Eyes to fleep;

Thy Hand in Safety keeps my Days,

And will my Slumbers keep.

PSALM IV.

Metre ii.

Gop of Grace ad when

GOD of Grace and Righteoufness,
Hear and attend when I complain;
Thou haft enlarg'd me in Diftrefs,
Bow down a gracious Ear again.

2 Ye Sons of Men, in vain ye try
To turn my Glory into Shame;
How long will Scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my SAVIOUR's Name?
3 Know that the LORD divides his Saints
From all the Tribes of Men befide;
He hears the Cry of Penitents,

For the dear fake of CHRIST who dy'd.
4 When our obedient Hands have done
A thoufand Works of Righteousness,
We put our Truft in GoD alone,
And glory in his pard'ning Grace.

5 Let the unthinking Many fay,
"Who will beflow fome earthly Good?"
But, LORD, thy Light and Love we pray,
Our Souls defire this heav'nly Food.

6 Then shall my cheerful Pow'rs rejoice
At Grace and Favours fo divine;
Nor will I change my happy Choice,
For all their Corn and all their Wine.

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PSALM V.

LORD, in the Morning thou fhalt hear
My Voice afcending high:

To Thee will I direct my Pray'r,
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.

3 Thou art a GOD, before whofe Sight
The Wicked fhall not ftand;
Sinners fhall ne'er be thy Delight,
Nor dwell at thy right Hand.

4 But to thy Houfe will I refort,
To tafte thy Mercies there;
I will frequent thine 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.

6 The Men that love and fear thy Name Shall fee their Hopes fulfil'd;

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The mighty GOD will compafs them
With Favour as a Shield.

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PSALM VI.

Metre i.

IN Mercy, not in Wrath, rebuke

Thy feeble Worm, my God;

My Spirit dreads thine angry Look,
And trembles at thy Rod.

2 Have Mercy, LORD, for I am weak, Regard my heavy Groans;

O let thy Voice of Comfort speak,
And heal my broken Bones.

3 My Soul quite faints, but, LORD, how long Shall I no Answer have?

O turn, and free my Soul from Wrong,
My Soul in Mercy fave.

4 Return, and fhew thy Pow'r to fave
And spare my fainting Breath;
For who can praife Thee in the Grave?
Or fing thy Name in Death?

5 All Night my reftlefs Bed with Tears,
With Tears my Couch o'erflows;
My Sight quite dim with Age appears,
Through my prevailing Foes.

6 But hence ye Enemies depart,
Nor tempt me to despair;

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My SAVIOUR Comes to cheer my Heart, The LORD hath heard my Pray'r.

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PSALM VI. Metre ii.

Spare me, LORD, nor o'er my Head The Fulnefs of thy Vengeance shed, With pitying Eye my Weakness view, Heal my vex'd Soul, my Strength renew, Permit my Pains their Bounds to know, And fix a Period to my Woe.

2 Return, great GOD, return and fave Thy Servant from the greedy Grave: Shall Death's cold, filent Tongue, O fay, The Records of thy Pow'r difplay? Or pale Corruption's ftartled Ear Thy Praife within its Prison hear? 3

3 By Languor, Grief, and Care opprefs'd,
While Groans perpetual heave my Breast,
And Tears in large Profufion thed,
Inceffant lave my fleepless Bed;
My Life, though yet in mid Career,
Beholds the Winter of its Year."

4 Hence ye Profane :-My SAVIOUR hears; While yet I fpeak, he wipes my Tears; Accepts my Pray'r, and bids each Foe, With Shame, his vain Attempts forego.They, ftruck with Horror from on high, In wild Disorder backward fly.

PSALM VII.

my Foes

Save me, LORD, and to Do Thou (in Thee I truft) oppose Thy Pow'r ;-and let the Arm divine, Stretch'd in my Cause, bespeak me thine.

2 My God, if Truth their Cenfure guide, If Guilt be in my Deeds defery'd,

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Low in the Duft my Life be laid,

And Earth's dark Womb my Glory fhade.

3 Rife, mightiest LORD, triumphant rife,
O'er each whofe Hand thy Pow'r defies;
Afcend thy Throne, great God, again,
And vindicate thy Ways to Men.
4 O Thou whofe ftrictly fearching Eye
The Heart and inmoft Reins can try;
Sin's baneful Growth do Thou control,
And guard from Ill the upright Soul.