5 Let the unthinking many say,
Who will bestow some earthly good?
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heav'nly food.
6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice
At grace and favour so divine;

Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their corn and all their wine.

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,
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 ev'ning sacrifice;

And when my work is done,
'Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

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,
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.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand:
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make ev'ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

PAUSE.

6 My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter with a base design
To make my soul their prey.

7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy;

While those, who in thy mercy trust,
Forever shout for joy.

The men, who love and fear thy name.
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

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PSALM 6.-C. M. [b]

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed.
N anger, Lord, rebuke me not,
Withdraw the dreadful storm;

IN

Nor let thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain opprest;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

$ Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye's consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thy hand affords relief?

5 He hears when dust and ashes speak;
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,

And heals our broken bones.

The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath;
But silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

[b]

PSALM 6.-L. M.
Temptations in sickness overcome.
ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes
When thou with kindness dost chastise:

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;
The wounds thine heavy hand hath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal!

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
From those who seek my blood.

2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear,

As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliv'rer's near.

3 If I had e'er provok'd them first,
Or once abus'd my foe,

Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.

If there be malice hid in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and pow'r control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.

PAUSE.

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,
He will defend th' upright:
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,
But there themselves are cast;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.]

9 That cruel, persecuting race

Must feel his dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.

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;