PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*] Doubts and Fears suppressed; or God our Defence from Sin and Satan. P 1 MY God, how many are my fears! -Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. -3 But thou, my glory and my strength, e 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, I 'woke and wonder'd at the grace, g 6 What though the host of death and hell, Terrours no more shall shake my soul; o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, My God has broke the serpent's teeth, o 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; 10 L. M. Worship. Armley. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.-A Morning Psalm. In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, He rais'd my head to see the light, 1 Hear and attend, when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd 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 dy'd. -4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, o We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. -5 Let the unthinking many say, 66 e Who will bestow some earthly good?" Nor will I change my happy choice, Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.—An Evening Psalm. ORD, thou wilt hear me when 1 prav; I fear before thee all the day, e 2 And while I rest my weary head, 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, 1 PSALM 5. C. M. Reading. Sunday. [b] LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; 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 Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, o 4 But to thy house will I resort, -5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, PAUSE. 6 [My watchful enemies combine, 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, While those that in thy mercy trust, 8 The men who love and fear thy name, The mighty God will compass them, 1 PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b] Complaint in Sickness: or Diseases healed. IN Nor let thy fury burn so hot, Against a feeble worm. p 2 My soul's bow'd 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, Nor is he known in death. L. M. Dresden. Pleyel's. [b] Temptations in Sickness overcome. ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness doth chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise. 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; 3 See how I pass my weary days, 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, 1 M God's Care of his People against Persecutors. Y 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. d 2 With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear : As hungry lions rend the prey, -3 If I have e'er provok'd them first, Then let him tread my life to dust, 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, i |