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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 11. Short Metre.
The Death, Resurrection and Glory of Christ.
1 Maker, and soy'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.


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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,

Ou 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.

Taig 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.

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.
1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I address my pray'r,

To thce 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. Coinmon Metre. 6

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 borné.
.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. : Cominon Metre.

or b Confidence in God. 1 My-trast 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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