Thy rod shall crush thy foes with ease, "As potters' earthen work is broke." 1 ས PSALM 2. Third Part. L. M. God the Holy Ghost exhorts rulers to submission 66 JOW," saith the Spirit of the Lord, No To those who sit on earthly thrones; Rejoice with trembling at his word, "And at his feet submit your crowns. 2" With faith and love address the Son, "Lest he grow angry, and ye die; 8 "His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, "If ye provoke his jealousy. 16 His frown shall drive you quick to hell, Happy the souls that know him well, PSALM 3. First Part. L. M. LORD, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood My peace they daily discompose, 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, I laid me down and slept secure ; 4 But God sustain'd me all the night: He rais'd my head to see the light, PSALM 3. Second Part. C. M. MY God, the tempter would persuade And all my swelling sins appear 2 But thou, my righteousness and strength, 3 I cried, and from his holy hill 4 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, I 'woke, and wonder'd at the grace 5 What, tho' the hosts of death and hell 6 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, For Christ hath broke the serpent's teeta, 7 Salvation to the Lord belongs, PSALM 4. First Part. L. M. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try For the dear sake of Christ that died. 4 When our obedient hands have done For all their corn, and all their wine. PSALM 4. Second Part. C. M. LORD, 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 bus'ness free, "Tis sweet conversing on my bed With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done, 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, PSALM 5. C. M. For the Lord's Day Morning. 1LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 3 Thou art a God before whose sight Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 4 But to thy house will I resort, 5 Oh may thy spirit guide my feet 6 My watchful enemies combine They flatter with a base design Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, While those, that in thy mercy trust, 8 The men, that love and fear thy name, 1 IN PSALM 6. C. M. Complaint in Sickness. N anger, Lord, rebuke me not, 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest; My couch is witness to my tears, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 4 Shall I be still afflicted more? Mine eyes consum'd with grief? 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, 6 The virtue of his sovereign word |