In council why did kings engage 2 This man shall ne'er become our Lord, His foes rebellious say; Then slight his grace with one accord 3 The Lord, who sits above the skies, His awful word like lightning flies 5 I will declare the sure decree Thy rod of iron shall destroy 7 Be wise, ye haughty princes, now, Low in his royal presence bow, For if he frown ye die. 8 Salute the Son with kind embrace; If once his wrath inflame, How blest are they, who trust his grace And own the Savior's name. PSALM 2. L. M. Christ reigning over his enemies. I WHY did the heathen nations rage? What had the friend of sinners done? That Jew and Gentile both engage To slay the Lord's anointed one. 2 His foes, combin'd in council, say, "We'll ne'er submit to Jesus' crown; Come, let us cast his laws away, And tread the man of sorrows down." 3 The Lord, who high in glory reigns, Derides the words with which they speak; All heaven a bursting laughter feigns, At rage so strong and power so weak! 4 Now shall he speak and vex them sore, A word from God, the proud confounds, Loud as his awful thunders roar, His voice of indignation sounds. 5" I will maintain his royal throne, On Zion's everlasting hill; Rais'd from the dead he reigns alone, The world's remotest parts are thine. 7 Thy foes shall know that Christ is God, When they shall see thy lightning flash; For thou shalt break them with thy rod, And down to hell the wicked dash." 8 Be wise, ye haughty princes, now, Ye judges, hear his heavenly voice, Low at the throne of Jesus bow, And with a trembling fear rejoice. 9 His offer'd grace no more despise, Salute the son with kind embrace; If once his wrath the least arise, Blest are the men who trust his grace. PSALM 3. C. M. Temptations overcome. 1 HOW fast, O Lord, my foes increase, 2 Insidious* troublers with a scoff The Lord, say they, has cast him off, 3 When Satan fills my soul with fear- 4 But thou my glory, thou iny shield, 5 Arise, O Lord, lift up thine arm PSALM 3. Part 2. C. M. The force of prayer. 1 I PRAY'D, and Jesus heard my voice He bid my sorrowing soul rejoice, 2 I laid me down-for sweet repose Insidious, treacherous, diligent to entrap. 3 No more shall terrors make me ’afraid, 5 The Lord arose, and with a stroke 6 Salvation to the Lord belongs, PSALM 4. L. M. A prayer for audience. 1 O GOD my refuge, God my rest, Before thy throne of grace I fall; Thou hast enlarg'd me when distrest, Have mercy now and hear my call. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain you try To turn my glorying into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And fools reproach my Savior's name? 3 Know that the Lord has set apart His saints, who humbly serve him here; He knows the man of upright heart, And gives him grace to persevere. 4 Let daring sinners stand in awe, And such amazing grace adore; Commune with couscience, read the law, Believe, repent, and sin no more. 5 When saints have wrought, with willing hands, Whate'er the law enjoins as just, Their hope of heaven in Jesus stands, In God, and not in man, they trust. 6 How many vain immortals say, Who will bestow us any gift? · "Tis not for earthly things I pray, But, Lord, thy light upon me lift. 7 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace and favor so divine, Nor will I change my happy choice For all their corn and all their wine. 8 At peace with God, I laid me down And nature took refreshing rest; But who can sleep, and bear his frown Like embers burning in his breast? PSALM 4. C. M. Evening devotion. I LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, 2 And while I rest my weary head, But sovreign grace, eternal king, À I'll lay me down in peace and sleep, Nor fear the powers of hell; Thou, Lord, wilt all my slumbers keep, |