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 composed 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.

ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thec 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 thy 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 my face.
6 My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter with a base design
To make my soul their prey.

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PSALM 6.

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 fulfilled;

The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

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PSALM 6. FIRST PART. C. M.

IN anger, Lord, do not chastise,

Withdraw the dreadful storm;

Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul's bowed 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,
And count the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still afflicted more?
My eyes consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief.

5 He hears his mourning children 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.

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PSALM 6. SECOND PART. L. M.
ORD, 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 thy heavy hand hath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal!
3 See how in sighs I pass my days,
And waste in groans the weary night:
My bed is watered 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. C. M.

MY trust is in my heavenly friend,

My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear,

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

3 If e'er my pride provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe,

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

4 If there be malice found 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 power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

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 Though leagued in guile, their malice spread A snare before my way;

Their mischiefs on their impious head
His vengeance shall repay.

9 That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword:
Awake, my soul, and praise the
And justice of the Lord.

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PSALM 8. FIRST PART. S. M.
LORD, our heavenly King,

Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high
I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon complete in light
Adorn the darksome skies:

3 When I survey the stars,

In all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
A-kin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels he is placed,
And lord of all below.

5 Thine honours crown his head,
While beasts like slaves obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.

6 How rich thy bounties are!

And wondrous are thy ways:

Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

PSALM 8. SECOND PART. L. M.

LORD, what was man, when made at first,

Adam the offspring of the dust,
That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?

2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?
3 But O, what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!