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.

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8 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 6. C. M. Wantage. [b]
Complaint in Sickness: or, Diseases healed.
Ν

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 sov'reign word
Restores our fainting breath:
e For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

L. M. [b]

Temptations in Sickness overcome.
ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

LORD, I can suffer thy rebeth 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.]

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PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b] GOD's Care of his People against Persecutors. trust is in my heav'nly Friend, My hope in thee, my God: o 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.

-3 If I had e'er provok'd them first,
Or once abus'd my foe;

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

e 4 If there were malice found in me,
(I know thy piercing eyes,)

I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

95 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and pow'r control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.

PAUSE.

d [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 For me their malice digg'd a pit,
But there themselves are cast;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.

e 9 That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword:

• Awake, my soul, and praise the grace, And justice of the Lord.]

PSALM 8. S. M. St. Thomas.

[*]

God's Condescension in conferring Honour upon Man.

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LORD, our heav'nly King,

O LORD, our

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

2 When to thy works on high,
I raise my wond'ring eyes,

And see the moon complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies;-

3 When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,

Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man; That thou should'st love him so? g Next to thine angels is he plac'd, 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.

06 How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways:

o Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame A monument of praise.

-7 [Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings, thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name; And strike the world with awe, o 8 O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all Divine:

g Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine.]

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C. M. Mear. [*]

Christ's Condescension, and Glorification.

COLORD, our Lord, how wond'rous great

Is thine exalted name:

o The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

-2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;—

e 3 Lord what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so!

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4 That thine eternal Son should bear,

To také a mortal form;

p Made lower than his angels are, To save a dying worm.

-5 Yet, while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore;

Th' obedient seas and fishes own

His Godhead and his pow'r.

g 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;

And fish at his command,

Bring their large shoals to Peter's net;
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of the Son, Shone through the fleshy cloud; e Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.

0 8 Let Him be crown'd with majesty,
Who bow'd his head to death;
o And be his honours sounded high,
By all things that have breath.

e 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!

g The glories of thy heav'nly state, Let the whole earth proclaim.]

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L. M. FIRST PART. Blendon. Bath. [*] Verse 1, 2, Paraphrased.—Children Praising God.

ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread; g And thine eternal glories rise,

O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.
-2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise;

e And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
o Declare the wonders of thy praise.
-3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age,
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
o 4 Children amidst thy temple throng,
To see their great Redeemer's face;
-The Son of David, is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.

e 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests
In vain their impious cavils bring:
Revenge sits silent in their breasts,

• While Jewish babes proclaim their King. L. M. SECOND PART. Quercy. Moreton. [*] Ver. 3, &c. Paraphrased.

ADAM, and CHRIST, Lords of the old and new Creation. ORD, what was man, when made at first, Ada, the spring of the dust,

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That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?

2 That thou should'st raise his nature se
And make him lord of all below;
Make ev'ry beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?