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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
PSALM IV. ver. 8. Long Metre.
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.
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;
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.
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.
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.
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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