4 But to thy house will I resort, 5 O may thy fpirit guide my feet PAUSE. 6 My watchful enemies combine 7 Lord, crush the ferpent in the duft, While thofe, who in thy mercy truft, 8 The men, who love and fear thy name, Shall fee their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compafs them PSALM VI. Common Metre. Complaint in fickness; or, difeafes bealed. Nor let thy fury grow fo hot 2 My foul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprefs'd; My couch is witnefs to my tears, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 4 Shall I be ftill tormented more? 5 He hears when duft and ashes speak; 6 The virtue of his fov'reign word PSALM VI. Long Metre. L ORD, I can fuffer thy rebukes When thou with kindnefs doft chaftife; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear ; 2 Pity my languishing estate, And eafe the forrows which I feel ; 3 See how I pass my weary days In fighs and groans; and when 'tis night, My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief confumes and dims my fight. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When fhall I make thy grace my fong? 5 I feel my flesh fo near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to defpair : 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my foul; MY As hungry lions rend the prey 3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, 4 Then let him tread my life to duft, If there be malice hid in me, I fhould not dare appeal to thee, 5 Arife, my God, lift up thy hand, с PAUSE. 6 [Let finners and their wicked rage Shall not the God of truth engage 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, 8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, 9 I 2 3 That cruel, perfecuting race Muft feel his dreadful fword; Awake, my foul, and praife the grace And juftice of the Lord. PSALM VIII. Short Metre. God's Lovereignty and goodness; and man's dominion over the creatures. LORD, our heav'nly King, Thy glories round the earth are fpread, When to thy works on high I raise my wond'ring eyes, And fee the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies : When I furvey the ftars, And all their fhining forms,, Lord, what is man, that, worthlefs thing, A-kin to duft and worms! 4 5 6 7 Lord, what is worthlefs man, That thou fhould't love him fo! Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below. Thine honours crown his head, While beafts like flaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the fea. How rich thy bounties are! Of duft and worms thy pow'r can frame [Out of the mouths of babes And fucklings, thou canst draw Surprifing honours to thy name ! And frike the world with awe. ខ O Lord, our heav'nly king, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they fhine.] PSALM VIII. Common Metre. Chriff's condefcenfion and glorification; or, God made man. The glories of thy heav'nly ftate 2 When I behold thy works on high, |