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7 If but in part his anger rise,

Who can endure the flame ?
Then blest are they whose hope relics
On his most holy Name.

TATE, varied.

Psalm II. Short Metre.
The Death, Resurrection and Glory of Christ. .
I MAKER, and sovereign Lord

Of heaven, and earth, and seas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,

And answers thy decrees.
2 The things so long foretold

By David, are fuifl'd;
When Jews and Gentiles join'd to slay

Jesus, thy holy child.
3 Why did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews with one accord
Unite their counsels to destroy

Th' anointed of the Lord ?
A Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design ;
Against the Lord they join their powers,

Against his Christ combine.
.5 The Lord derides their rage,

And will support his throne ;
He who hath rais'd him from the dead,

Hath own'd him for his Son.
6 He asks, and God bestows

A vast inheritance ;
Far as the earth's remotest ends
His kingdom shall advance.


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PSALM III. Common Metre.

Doubts and Fears suppressed. 1 My God, how many are my fears !

How fast my foes increase ! Their number, how it multiplies !

How fatal to my peace ! 2 The lying tempter would persuade

There's no relief from heaven ; And all my swelling sins appear

Too great to be forgiven.
3 But thou () Lord, art my defence,

On thee my hopes rely ;
My sinking spirit thou wilt raise,

And lift my head on high.
4 In former times of deep distress

To God I made my prayer : He heard me from his holy bill ;

Wliy should I now despair ? / 5 Guarded by him, I lay me down

My sweet repose to take ;
For I through him securely sleep,

Through him in safety wake. 6 Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His arm alone can save ; Blessings attend thy people here. And reach beyond the grave.

Tate and Warts, united and varied.

Psalm IV. ver. 6, 7.

C. M. # or b True Happiness only in God. 1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings,

And wanders unconfin’d, Amidst the varied scene of things

Which entertain the mind;

2 In vain we trace creation o'er,

In search of sacred rest,
The whole creation is too poor

To make us fully blest..
3 In vain would this low world employ

Each flattering specious wile,
For what can yield a real joy

But our Creator's smile ?
4 Let earth with all her charms depart,

Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone our restless heart

An equal bliss can find.
5 Great Source of all felicity,

To thee our wishes tend !
Do not these wishes rise from thee,

And in thy favour end ?
6 Thy favour, Lord, is all we want,

Here would our spirit rest ;
O seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make us fully blest.

Psalm IV. ver. 8. Long Metre.

An Evening Song.
I THUS far the Lord has led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days,
And every evening shall make known

Some fresh memorial of his graci.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps, am ncar my home ;
But he forgives my follies, past,

And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for my head ;

His over watchful eye shall keep,

Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear :

O may thy presence ne'er depart! -
And in the morning lel me hear

The love and kindness of thy heart. 5 Thus when the night of death shall come,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground ;
And wait thy voice to break the tomb,
With glad salvation in the sound.


Psalm V. Common Metre.

For the Lord's Day Morning.
I LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I address my prayer,

To thee direct mine eye.
% Thuu art a God before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand. 3 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercits there ;
I will frequent thy holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of truth and grace!
Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face.
5 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,


WATTS PSALM VI. Common' Metre.

b Prayer in Sickness. I IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not,

But spare a wretch forlorn ; Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,

Too heavy to be borne. 2 Sorrow and pain consume the day,

I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass,

Till the slow morning rise.
3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,

And fills my soul with grief ;
How long, O Lord, wilt thou delay

To grant me thy relief?
4 The gloomy shades of death cannot

Thy glorious acts proclaim ;
No prisoner of the silent grave

Can magnify thy name.
5 He hears when dust and ashes pray,

He pities all my groans ;
He saves me for his mercy's sake,

And heals my broken boncs.
6 The virtue of his sovereign word

Restores my fainting breath ;
To him will I devote that life
Which he has sav'd from death.

TATE and WATTS united and varied.
Psalm VII. Common Metre.' * or b

Confidence in God.
I MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,

My hope in thee, my God ;
Rise and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.

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