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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. 1 MAKER, and sov'reign Lord

Of heav'n, and earth, and seas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.

2 The things so long foretold
By David, are fulfill'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 pow'rs, 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 heav'n;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too great to be forgiv'n.

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 pray'r:
He heard me from his holy hill;
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;
Biessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

b

TATE and WATTS, united and varied.

PSALM IV. ver. 6, 7. Common Metre. #or b True Happiness only in God.

1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings, 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 flatt'ring 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!

Mrs. STEELE.

PSALM IV. ver. 8. Long Metre.

An Evening Song.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev'ning 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.

WATTS.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I address my pray❜r,
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.

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

4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace!
Make ev'ry 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 forlorn;
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 pris'ner 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 sov'reign 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 heav'nly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;

Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.

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