• 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, He rais'd 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. GOD of grace and righteousness, Thou hast enlarged me in distress, 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, • We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning 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 heav'nly food. s 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice, Nor will I change my happy choice, Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.-An Evening Psalm. 1L `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, And will my slumbers keep. 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, 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 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, -50 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, e 1 PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b] IN anger, rereadful storm N anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Nor let thy fury burn so hot, p 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 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 sov'reign word e For silent graves praise not the Lord, L. M. [b] Dresden. Pleyel. 1 [ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness doth chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, 2 Pity my languishing estate, 3 See how I pass my weary days, 1 C. M. PSALM 7. C. M. M Bedford. [b] God's Care of his People against Persecutors. trust is in my heav'nly Friend, My hope in thee, my God: • 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 had 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, PAUSE. d [6 Let sinners, and their wicked rage, Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? -7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, -8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, e 9 That cruel persecuting race • 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. LORD, our heav'nly King, 1 Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, 2 When to thy works on high, And see the moon complete in light, 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, 4 Lord, what is worthless man; That thou shouldst love him so? g Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below. 5 Thine honours crown his head, And birds that cut the air with wings, o 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways: |