PSALM 3.

My God how many are my fears,
My foes do much increase;
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.

But thou my glory, and

my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;

Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend his people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

Why troubled, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, and he'll employ

His aid for thee, and change thy sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

PSALM 5.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,
Accept my fervent prayer;
To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;

And, with the dawning day,

To thee devoutly I'll look up,

To thee devoutly pray.

And when thy boundless grace shall me

To thy lov'd courts restore; On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, And humbly there adore.

There let all those, who trust in thee,
With shouts their joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st,
And all that love thy Name.

PSALM 8.

O GOD our Lord, how wonderful
Are thy works ev'ry where !
Thy fame surmounts in dignity
The highest heav'ns that are.

E'en by the mouth of sucking babes
Thou wilt confound thy foes;
For in those babes thy might is seen,
Thy graces they disclose.

And when I see the heav'ns above, The works of thine own hands; The sun, the moon, and all the stars, In order as they stand;

Lord, what is man, that thou of him Tak'st such abundant care!

Or what the son of man, whom thou To visit dost not spare!

PSALM 8.

O THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy Name!

When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wond'ring sight;

The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st
To keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?

O thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy Name!

PSALM 8.

O LORD, our heav'nly King,
Thy Name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns shine.

When to thy works on high

I raise my wond'ring eyes;
And see the sun's resplendent light,
And stars adorn the skies:

Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou should'st love him so, Next to thine angels to be plac'd, Made lord of all below?

How rich thy bounties are,

How wondrous are thy ways;
Out of the dust thy pow'r can frame

A monument of praise.

O Lord, our heav'nly King,

Thy Name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns shine.