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2 Tir'd with the Burdens of the Day,
To Thee I rais’d an Ev’ning Cry ;
And thine Almighty Help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heav'nly Aid,
I laid me down and slept secure;
Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 My God fustain'd me all the Night :
Salvation doth to God belong :
PSA L M IV. Metre i. IL ORD, Thou wilt hear me when I pray,
I , 1 am for ever thine ; I fear before Thee all the Day,
Nor would I dare to fin.
From Cares and Business free,
With my own Heart and 'Thee, 3 I pay this Ev’ning-Sacrifice;
And when my Work is done,
Upon thy Grace alone. 4 Thus with my Thoughts compos'd to Peace,
I'll give mine Eyes to fleep;
And will my Slumbers keep.
PSALM IV. Metre ii,
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;
And dare reproach my Saviour's Name? 3
Know that the LORD divides his Saints From all the Tribes of Men beside; He hears the Cry of Penitents, For the dear fake of CHRIST who dy'd.. 4 When our
obedient Hands 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 fay,
“ Who will bestow some earthly Good?" But, LORD, thy Light and Love we pray,
Our Souls desire this heav'nly Food.
At Grace and Favours fo divine;
PSA L M
My Voice ascending high :
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 shall not ftand;
Nor dwell at thy right Hand.
To taste thy Mercies there ;
And worship in thy Fear.
In Ways of Righteousness!
And plain before my Face. 6 The Men that love and fear thy Name
Shall see their Hopes fulfil'd;
With Favour as a Shield.
PSA L M VI.
Thy feeble Worm, my God;
And trembles at thy Rod.
2 Have Mercy, LORD, for I am weak,
Regard my heavy Groans;
And heal my broken Bones.
3 My Soul quite faints, but, LORD, how long
Shall I no Answer have?
My Soul in Mercy save.
And spare my fainting Breath; For who can praife Thee in the Grave?
Or fing thy Name in Death? 5 All Night my restless 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; My SAVIOUR comes to cheer my Heart,
The Lord hath heard my Pray’r.
PSA L M VI. Metre ii.
Spare me, Lordnor o'er
Head's The Fulness of thy Vengeance thed, 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.
Thy Servant from the greedy Grave:
3 By Languor, Grief, and Care oppress’d,
While Groans perpetual heave my Breast,
4. Hence ye Profane :-My Saviour hears; While yet I speak, he wipes my
Tears ; Accepts my Pray's, and Kids each Foe, With Shame, his vain Attempts forego. They, struck with Horror from on high, In vild Disorder backward fly.
Do Thou (in Thee I trust) oppose Thy Pow'r ;--and let the Arm divine,
Stretch'd in my Caufe, befpeak me thine. 2 My God, if Truth their Censure guide,
If Guilt be in my Deeds desery'd,
And Earth's dark Womb iny Glory shade. 3 Rise, mightiest Lord, triumphant rife,
O’er each whols Hand thy Pow'r defies ; Ascend thy Throne, great God, again,
And vindicate thy Ways to Mien.
The Heart and inmost Reins can try;