e 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, He raised my head to see the light, PSALM 4. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.-God our Portion, and Christ our Hope. Ο GOD of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend, when I complain; Thou hast enlarged me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try, To turn my glory into shame; e How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name? d 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside : e He hears the cry of penitents, For the dear sake of Christ who died. -4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, o We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pardoning grace. -5 Let the unthinking many say, e "Who will bestow some earthly good? -But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food. 8 6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice, C. M. Barby. York. [*] I fear before thee all the day, e 2 And while I rest my weary head, 4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, And will my slumbers keep. PSALM 5. C. M. Reading. Sunday. [b] 1 For the Lord's Day Morning. LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, 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. e 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight o 4 But to thy house will I resort, I will frequent thy holy court, -5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, PAUSE. 6 [My watchful enemies combine, 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, 8 The men who love and fear thy name, The mighty God will compass them, PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b] Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed. e 1 N anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Withdraw the dreadful storm: Nor let thy fury burn so hot, p 2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares, My couch is witness to my tears, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 4 Shall I be still tormented more? -5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, o 6 The virtue of his sovereign word e For silent graves praise not the Lord, L. M. Dresden. Pleyel. [b] 1 TORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, 2 Pity my languishing estate, 3 See how I pass my weary days, In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night, 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b] God's Care of his People against Persecutors. trust is in my Heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God: o Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those who seek my blood. M d 2 With insolence and fury they As hungry lions rend the prey, -3 If I have e'er provoked them first, e 4 If there were malice found in me, I should not dare appeal to thee, o 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, PAUSE. d 6 [Let sinners, and their wicked rage, Shall not the God of truth engage -7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, -8 For me their malice digged a pit, e 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: o Awake, my soul, and praise the grace, And justice of the Lord.] PSALM 8. S. M. St. Thomas. [*] God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man. 10 LORD, our Heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; 2 When to thy works on high, 3 When I survey the stars, 4 Lord, what is worthless man; That thou should'st love him so? g Next to thine angels is he placed, And lord of all below. 5 Thine honours crown his head, 6 How rich thy bounties are! |