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2 But Thou, my Glory and my Strength,
Shalt on the Tempter tread,
And raise my drooping Head. 3 I cry'd ; and from his holy Hill
He bow'd a list’ning Ear :
And he subdu'd my Fear.
In spite of all my Foes ;
That guarded my Repose. 5 What though the Hosts of Death and Hell
All arm’d against me stood,
While I thy Glory sing :
And Death has lost his Sting. 7 Salvation to the LORD belongs;
His Arm alone can save': Blessings attend thy People here,
And reach beyond the Grave.
LORD, how many are my Foes
In this weak State of Flesh and Blood? My Peace they daily discompose; But my Defence and Hope is God.
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 sustain'd me all the Night;
Salvation doth to God belong:
PS A L M IV.
am for ever thine ;
Nor would I dare to fin.
2 And while I rest my weary Head
From Cares and Business free,
With my own Heart and Thee, 3 I pay this Evening 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.
PSAL M IV. Metre ii.
Hear and attend when I complain ;
Bow down a gracious Ear again.
To turn ny Glory into Shame;
And dare reproach my Saviour's Name ?
Know that the LORD divides his Saints
And glory in his pard’ning Grace,
" Who will bestow fome earthly Good ?”
Our Souls desire this heav'nly Food.
At Grace and Favours fo divine ;
PS A L M V.
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.
The Wicked shall not stand ;
Nor dwell at thy right Hand. 4 But to thy House will I resort,
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 fulfillid;
With Favour as a Shield.
PS A L M
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 fave.
And spare my fainting Breath ;
Or sing thy Name in Death?
With Tears my Couch o'er-flows;
Through my prevailing Foes. 6 But hence ye Enemies depart,
Nor tempt me to despair ;
The Lord hath heard my Pray'r.
PSA L M
Spare me, LORD, nor o'er my Head
The Fulness 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
Thy Servant from the greedy Grave :