2 Tir'd with the Burdens of the Day, I 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, 3 I pay this Ev'ning-Sacrifice; 4 And when my Work is done, 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, 2 Ye Sons of Men, in vain ye try For the dear fake of CHRIST who dy'd. 5 Let the unthinking Many fay, 6 Then shall my cheerful Pow'rs rejoice I PSALM V. LORD, in the Morning thou fhalt hear To Thee will I direct my Pray'r, 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 4 But to thy Houfe will I refort, 5 O may thy SPIRIT guide my Feet 6 The Men that love and fear thy Name Shall fee their Hopes fulfil'd; I The mighty GOD will compafs them Ν PSALM VI. Metre i. IN Mercy, not in Wrath, rebuke Thy feeble Worm, my God; My Spirit dreads thine angry Look, 2 Have Mercy, LORD, for I am weak, Regard my heavy Groans; O let thy Voice of Comfort speak, 3 My Soul quite faints, but, LORD, how long Shall I no Answer have? O turn, and free my Soul from Wrong, 4 Return, and fhew thy Pow'r to fave 5 All Night my reftlefs Bed with Tears, 6 But hence ye Enemies depart, bad A My SAVIOUR Comes to cheer my Heart, The LORD hath heard my Pray'r. Ό 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, 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, t Low in the Duft my Life be laid, And Earth's dark Womb my Glory fhade. 3 Rife, mightiest LORD, triumphant rife, |