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7 If but in part his anger rise,

Who can endure the flame ?
Then blest are they whose hope relies
On his most holy Name.

TATE, varied.

PSALM II. Short Metre.

The Death, Resurrection and Glory of Christ.. I MAKER, and sovereign Lord

Of heaven, and earth, and seas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.

2 The things so long foretold
By David, are fuifil'd;
When Jews and Gentiles join'd to slay
Jesus, thy holy child.

3 Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews with one accord
Unite their counsels to destroy
Th' anointed of the Lord ?

4 Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design ;
Against the Lord they join their powers,
Against his Christ combine.

5 The Lord derides their rage,
And will support his throne;
He who hath rais'd him from the dead,
Hath own'd him for his Son.

6 He asks, and God bestows
A vast inheritance;
Far as the earth's remotest ends

His kingdom shall advance.

WATTS.

PSALM III. Common Metre.
Doubts and Fears suppressed.

1 MY God, how many are my fears !
How fast my foes increase !
Their number, how it multiplies !
How fatal to my peace!

2 The lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief from heaven;

And all my swelling sins appear
Too great to be forgiven.

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3 But thou O Lord, art my defence,
On thee my hopes rely;
My sinking spirit thou wilt raise,
And lift my head on high.
4 In former times of deep distress
To God I made my prayer :
He heard me from his holy bill;
Why should I now despair ?
5 Guarded by him, I lay me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,
Through him in safety wake.

6 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend thy people here.
And reach beyond the grave.

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TATE and WATTS, united and varied.

PSALM IV. ver. 6, 7. C. M. # or b
True Happiness only in God.

1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wing's, And wanders unconfin'd,

Amidst the varied scene of things
Which entertain the mind;

2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In search of sacred rest,

The whole creation is too poor
To make us fully blest..

3 In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering specious wile,
For what can yield a real joy
But our Creator's smile ?

4 Let earth with all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone our restless heart
An equal bliss can find.

5 Great Source of all felicity,

To thee our wishes tend!
Do not these wishes rise from thee,
And in thy favour end?

6 Thy favour, Lord, is all we want,
Here would our spirit rest;
O seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make us fully blest.

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PSALM IV. ver. 8. Long Metre.

An Evening Song.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days,
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

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2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head;

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His ever watchful eye shall keep,
Its constant guard around my bed.
4 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
O may thy presence ne'er depart!.
And in the morning let me hear
The love and kindness of thy heart.

5 Thus when the night of death shall come
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground;
And wait thy voice to break the tomb,
With glad salvation in the sound.

PSALM V. Common Metre.
For the Lord's Day Morning.

WATTS.

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1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I address my prayer,
To thee direct mine eye.

2 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.

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

4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace !
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

5 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.

WATTS.

PSALM VI. Common Metre.
Prayer in Sickness.

1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not,
But spare a wretch foriorn;
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
Too heavy to be borne.

2 Sorrow and pain consume the day,
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.
3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,
And fills my soul with grief;
How long, O Lord, wilt thou delay
To grant me thy relief?

4 The gloomy shades of death cannot
Thy glorious acts proclaim;
No prisoner of the silent grave
Can magnify thy name.

5 He hears when dust and ashes pray,
He pities all my groans;
He saves me for his mercy's sake,
And heals my broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores my fainting breath;

To him will I devote that life

Which he has sav'd from death.

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TATE and WATTS united and varied.

PSALM VII. Common Metre.

Confidence in God.

1 MY trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God;

Rise and my helpless life defend

From those who seek my blood.

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