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4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there:
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness !
And plain before my face.
To tempt my feet astray ;,
To make my soul their prey.
And all his plots destroy ;
For ever shout for joy.
Shall see their hopes fulfillid;
PSALM 6. C. M.
Complaint in Sickness. 1 N
anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Nor let thy fury grow so hot,
Against a feeble worm.
My flesh with pain opprest;
My tears forbid my rest.
I waste the night with cries,
Till the slow morning rise.
Mine eyes consum'd with grief?
Thy hand affords relief!
He pities all our groans;
And heals our broken bones.
Restores our fainting breath;
Our lips are seal'd in death.
PSALM 7. C. M. The Christian's integrity-an apeal to God 1 Y trust is in my heav'nly friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
blood. 2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear;
When no deliv’rer's near.
And wish and seek their woe,
And lay mine honour low.
I know thy piercing eyes;
Nor ask my God to rise.
Their pride and pow'r control;
Deliv'rance for my soul.
Be humbled to the dust ;
To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
Against the sons of spite,
But there themselves are cast:
On their own head at last. 9 That cruel, persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword;
Condescension of God. 10 ,
Thy name is all divine,
And o’er the heav'ns they shine.
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies: 3 When I survey the stars
And all their shining forms,
Akin to dust and worms?
That thou should'st love him so? Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.
How wondrous are thy ways!
First and Second Adam. 1 ORD, what was man, when made at first,
That thou should'st set him and his race,
But just below an angel's place!
And make hiin lord of all below;
And lay the fishes at his feet!
To crown the second Adam's state !
Who' condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made:
See him in dust among the dead,
Yet he shall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The mis’ries that attend the fall,
PSALM 8. Third Part. L. M.
The Hosannah of the Children.
Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread;. And thine eternal glories rise,
O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made, 2 To thee the voices of the
3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
PSALM 9. First Part. C. M.
The righteous God the refuge of his people. 1
TITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim;
Wilt put my foes to shame.
My God prepares his throne
And make his vengeance known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprest;
And give the weary rest.
In thine abundant grace:
Who huinbly seek thy face.
Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Tha wisdom and equity of Providence. 1 THEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood, The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.
Doth his own children raise :
They sing their Father's praise.
Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net,
Which their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known; When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The snare must be their own. 8 The wicked shall sink down to bell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands. 6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain;
Pruyer for deliverance from enemies. 1 THY doth the Lord stand off so far?
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress? 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy pow'r ! Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour ? 3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O God, lift up thy hand;
Attend our humble cry: No enemy
shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. PSALM 10. Second Part. C. M.
God our Vindicator. 1 THY do the men of malice
rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of heav'n will ne'er engage
“To fight on Zion's side ?”
And pow'rful is thy hand;
And perish'd from thy lard.
And bow his ear to hear;
And puts the world in fear.
No niore despise the just;
PSALM 11. L. M.