PSALM 2, Second Part, S. M.
Christ ascending and reigning.
HE Lord ascends on high,
And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.
2 He asks-and God bestows
A large inheritance;
Far as the world's remotest ends,
His kingdom shall advance.
mf 3 The nations that rebel
Must feel his iron rod;
He'll vindicate those honors well,
Which he received from God.
4 Be wise, ye rulers! now,
And worship at his throne;
With trembling joy, ye people! bow
To God's exalted Son.
5 If once his wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place:
Then blesséd is the soul that flies
For refuge to his grace.
PSALM 3, First Part, L. M.
A Morning Psalm.
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 Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening-cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
8 Supported by thy heavenly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
mf 4 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong:
He raised my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.
PSALM 3, Second Part, L. M.
God, our Defence.
HE tempter to my soul hath said,-
"There is no help in God for thee:"
Lord! lift thou up thy servant's head;
My glory, shield and solace be.
2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,
He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves rolled by;
He beckoned, and the winds were still.
8 I laid me down and slept;-I woke;
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke,-
Thy comforts rose on me again.
4 I will not fear, though arméd throngs
Compass my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His presence guards his people's path.
PSALM 3, First Part, C. M.
Doubts and Fears suppressed.
af 1 MY God! how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
2 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.
aff 8 I cried, and from his holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father and my God,
And he subdued my fear.
4 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.
5 What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood?
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.
PSALM 3. Second Part, C. M.
A Morning Song.
ORD of my life! Oh! may thy praise
Employ my noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours.
2 Preserved by thine almighty arm,
I passed the shades of night,
Secure and safe from every harm,
And see returning light.
3 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes,
In gentle sleep, I closed my eyes,—
In undisturbed repose.
4 When sleep, death's image, o'er me spread,
And I unconscious lay,
Thy watchful care was round my bed,
To guard my feeble clay.
mf 5 Oh! let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defend.
6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.
PSALM 4, First Part, L. M.
God, our Portion and Hope.
GOD of grace and righteousness!
Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.
mf 2 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside:
He hears the cry of penitents,
For the dear sake of Christ who died.
3 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pard'ning grace.
4 Let the unthinking many say,
"Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord! thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food.
PSALM 4, Second Part, L. M.
1 LORY to thee, my God! this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, Oh! keep me, King of kings!
Beneath the shadow of thy wings.
aff 2 Forgive me, Lord! for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and thee,
My soul, this night, at peace may be.
mf 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious, at the judginent-day.
dol 4 Oh! may my faith on thee repose;
May gentle sleep my eyelids close,
That shall my frame more vig'rous make,
To serve my God when I awake.
5 Lord! let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy parental care;
'T is heaven on earth, 't is heaven above, To see thy face, and sing thy love.
PSALM 4, First Part, C. M.
Evening Devotion.
ORD! thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am for ever thine;
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And, while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'T is sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening-sacrifice;
And, when my work is done,
Great God! my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
PSALM Second Part, C. M.
God, the chief Good.
vain the erring world inquire
For some substantial good;
While earth confines their low desire,
They live on airy food.
2 Illusive dreams of happiness
Their eager thoughts employ;
They wake, convinced their boasted bliss
Was visionary joy.
mf 3 Not all the good which earth bestows
Can fill th' immortal mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.
f" 4 Begone, ye gilded vanities;
I seek the only good;
To real bliss my wishes rise-
The favor of my God.
5 Immortal joy thy smiles impart;
Heaven dawns in every ray;
One glimpse of thee can cheer my heart,
And turn my nig'a to day.
6 Grant, O my God! this one request,-
Oh! be thy love alone
My ample portion !-here I rest,
For heaven is in the boon.
PSALM 5, C. M.
A Morning Invocation.
1 AWAKE, my soul! and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart!
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.
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