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e 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green;

b And heav'n will shine with kindest beams, On every work his hands begin.

e 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies,

So shall their hopes be blown and lostg When the last trumpet shakes the skies.


PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton.
Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning.

1 MAKER, and sov'reign 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 fulfill'd;

p When Jews and Gentiles rose to slay
Jesus, thy holy child.

0 6 Now he's ascended high,

And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.
7 He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance;-

g Far as the world's remotest ends,
His Kingdom shall advance.

e 8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod;

• He'll vindicate those honours well,
Which he receiv'd from God.

C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*]
Christ Exalted and his Enemies warned.
WHY did the nations join to slay

p 1 WThe Lord's anointed son?
Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?

-2 The Lord, who sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below;

He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.

d 3 “I call him my eternal Son, And raise him from the dead; I make my holy hill his throne,

And wide his kingdom spread." e 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th' anointed Lord;

Adore the King of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.

o 6 With humble love address his throne;
For if he frown, ye die:
-Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*]
Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, GoD our Refuge.
Y God, how many are my fears!

P1M How fast my foes increase!
-Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.

e 2 The lying tempter would persuade,
There's no relief in heav'n;

And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv❜n.

-3 But Thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;

Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

g 6 What though the hosts of death and hell,
All arm'd, against me stood;
Terrours no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing

My God has broke the serpent's teeth,
And Death has lost his sting.

o 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:

Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.


L. M. Worship. Armley. [b]
Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.-A Morning Psalm.
LORD, how many are my foes,
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and blood.

My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.
e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Thou heardst when I began to pray,
And thine Almighty help was nigh.
-3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
o 4 But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:

He rais'd my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.

PSALM 4. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b] V. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.-GoD our Portion,and CHRIST our Hope. GOD of grace and righteousness,


Hear and attend, when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try, To turn my glory into shame; e. How long will scoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name? d 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside:

e He hears the cry of penitents,

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For the dear sake of Christ who died. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, • We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, e "Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav'nly food.

s 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice,
At grace and favours so divine;

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

C. M. Barby. York. [*]

Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.—An Evening Psalm.

1 Lam forever thine:

ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

e 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, my 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. Walsal. Sunday. [b]
For the LORD's Day Morning.

1 My voice ascending high;

ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

To thee will I direct my pray❜r,
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.

e 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.

o 4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;

I will frequent thy 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.

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PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b]

Complaint in Sickness: or, Diseases healed.

IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

Withdraw the dreadful storm:

Nor let thy fury burn so hot,

Against a feeble worm.

p 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.

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 afford 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.

o 6 The virtue of his sovʼreign word
Restores our fainting breath:

e For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death.


PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b] GoD's Care of his People against Persecutors. Y trust is in my heav'nly Friend,

M My hope in thee, my God:

• Rise, and my helpless life defend,
From those who seek my blood.
d 2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear:

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

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