2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Saviour's name?

3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears the cry of penitents,

For the dear sake of Christ that died.

4 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pardoning grace.

5 Let the unthinking many say,

Who will bestow some earthly good?"
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray,
Our souls desire this heavenly food.

6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice
At grace and favours so divine;
Nor will I change my happy choice,
For all their corn and all their wine.

PSALM 4.

Common Metre.

The verses paraphrased are,

the third, and from the fifth to the eighth,

1

An Evening Psalm.

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 business 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, 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. Common Metre.

For the Lord's-day Morning.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
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 every path of duty straight
And plain before

PAUSE.

my face.

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 that in thy mercy trust
For ever shout for joy.

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

PSALM 6. Common Metre.

Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed.

1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

Withdraw the dreadful storm;

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 oppress'd;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

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

4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eyes consum'd with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine 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.

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

PSALM 6. Long Metre.

Temptation in Sickness overcome.

1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
O let it not against me rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,

And ease the sorrows that 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 water'd with my tears;

My grief consumes, and dims my sight.

4 Look how the powers 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. Common Metre.

God's Care of his People, and Punishment of Persecutors.

1 My trust is in my heavenly friend;

Y

My hope, in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend

From those that seek my blood.