5 Let the unthinking many say, Nor will I change my happy choice PSALM 4. C. M. Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8. An evening psalm. 1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; forever thine; I fear before thee all the day, 2 And while I rest my weary head, 3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice; And when my work is done, 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace, Thy hand in safety keeps my days, PSALM 5. C. M. For the Lord's day morning. 1L My voice ascending high; ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, 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. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 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, And all his plots destroy; While those, who in thy mercy trust, The men, who love and fear thy name. B 1 PSALM 6.-C. M. [b] Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed. IN Nor let thy fury grow so hot 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, $ Sorrow and pain wear out my days; Shall I be still tormented more? 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak; And heals our broken bones. The virtue of his sovereign word [b] PSALM 6.-L. M. Rut thy fierce wrath I cannot bear; O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows which I feel; 3 See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night, My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look, how the pow'rs of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair: But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts depart: My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. PSALM 7.-C. M. [b] God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors. MY My hope in thee, my God; trust is in my heav'nly Friend Rise, and my helpless life defend 2 With insolence and fury they As hungry lions rend the prey, 3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, Then let him tread my life to dust, If there be malice hid in me, 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, PAUSE. 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 digg'd a pit, 9 That cruel, persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; PSALM 8.-S. M. [*] God's sovereignty and goodness; and man's de minion over the creatures. 1 LORD, our King, Thy name is all divine; |