PSALM 4. S. M.
Conversing with God,
1 ALMIGHTY God, give ear,
Before thy throne I fall;
Oft hast thou brought salvation near,
Again attend my call.
2 How long will sinners dare
To 'offend the God above?
How long attempt my soul to 'ensnare,
And lying seek and love?
3 The Lord has set apart
The godly for his own;
He knows the man of upright heart,
And makes his virtue known.
4 I fear the Lord by day,
And run the christian race,
At night I send my cries away
To seek his pard'ning grace.
5 While men transgress the law,
And tempt destruction down,
My soul is fill'd with conscious awe,
I fear my Father's frown.
6 Now, Lord, thy child compose,
Bestow the gift of sleep;
And when mine eyes in Jesus close,
My softer slumbers keep.
PSALM 5. C. M.
Morning Prayer.
1 GIVE ear, O God; to thee I pray,
Consider my requests,
Nor turn the humble soul away
That on thy promise rests.
2 Before the morning stars grow faint,
And vanish from the skies,
To thee will I direct my plaint,
To thee lift up mine eyes.
3 The Lord in sin has no delight,
He 'abhors the 'ungodly band;
The wicked banish'd from his sight,
Shall ne'er before him stand.
4 Deceitful men shall die abhorr'd,
The sons of lies and blood,
Depart forsaken of the Lord,
Destroy'd as with a flood.
5 But as for me I'll seek his courts,
I'll in his house appear;
And while his love my soul transports,
I'll worship in his fear.
6 O, may his spirit gently sooth,
And guide me thro my race,
Make rugged paths of duty smooth
And plain before my face.
7 On thee, my God, for help I call,
'Defend my soul with care;
By their own counsels let them fall,
Who would the just ensnare.
8 O, save me, Friend of sinners, save
From all my faithless foes;
Their throat is open as the grave,
Their tongue by flattery goes.
9 The Lord will crush them in the dust,
And all their plots destroy;
While they, who make his name their trust, For ever shout for joy.
10 The men who fight with sin and hell,
Shall triumph in the field;
For God defends the righteous well,
With favor as a shield.
PSALM 6. C. M.
Complaint in sickness,
IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not,
Let all thy strokes be mild;
Nor let a Father's wrath grow hot
Against a feeble child.
2 In sickness hear thy servant speak,
And ease a mind perplext;
Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak,
And all my bones are vext.
3 Father in heaven, remove thy rod,
My soul in mercy save;
For who deceas'd remembers God,
Or thanks him in the grave?
4 All night I make my bed to swim,
And wet my couch with tears;
Mine eyes consume, my sight grows dim,
But not thro length of
5 The wicked o'er my pains rejoice;
Depart, ye sons of strife,
For God has heard my weeping voice,
And will prolong my life.
6 O may my foes repentant burn
In sorrow's purest flame;
And, grieving o'er their sins, return,
O'ercome with sudden shame.
Temptations in sickness overcome.
1 CORRECT me, Lord, with gentle rod,
Nor me rebuke in c dreadful ire, }
For who can bear thy wrath, my God,
Pour'd out in storms of liquid fire.
2 None but the damn'd can understand
The full import of Jesus' frown;
His voice is thunder, and his hand
Swift as the lightning brings it down.
3 Unless his love my life sustain,
I die beneath his slightest peal;
But God can ease my raging pain,
My broken spirit God can heal.
4 Death, and a thousand horrors grim,
Amid the night excite my fears,
I make my bed with tears to swim,
Till the slow morning light appears.
5 If God prolong my vital breath,
I'll sing his sovreign power to save;
But who remembers God in death,
Or thanks his goodness in the grave? 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; The God who makes his thunders roll, Will ease my pain and cheer my heart. 7 My foes, O God, o'erwhelm'd with shame, Shall sink in everlasting woes;
Thine eyes, made red with living flame,
Shall flash destruction on thy foes.
8 But I shall ne'er thy wrath abide,
For Jesus bore the dreadful shock;
The pointed steel that pierc'd his side,
Convey'd thy thunder to my Rock.
PSALM 7. Part 1. C. M.
The appeal to heaven.
IIN thee, O God, I put my trust,
And thy deliv'rance crave;
From foes perfidious* and unjust,
My soul in mercy save.
Perfidious, faithless, false to promise.
2 As hungry lions rend their prey,
So tyrants act the whelp;
But who, my soul, or what are they,
If God arise to help?
3 If first to move the deadly strife
I gave the 'offending blow,
Then let them trample on my life,
And lay mine honor low.
4 Did I within mine heart conceal
Their venom and their gall,
I would not dare to heaven appeal,
Nor on my Savior call.
5 But God beholds their ill intent,
And like a victor* dar'd,
He hath his bow of justice bent,
His arrows are prepar❜d.
6 Arise, my God, lift up thine hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.
PSALM 7. Part 2. C. M.
Persecutors destroyed.
1 THE sovreign Judge appears at length, The Lord is seen on high,
He 'exalts himself in all his strength,
To bring his judgment nigh.
2 Behold he comes in bright array,
To make his justice known;
Vext with the wicked every day,
He comes to 'avenge his own.
3. He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend the 'upright;
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