All mindless of my mourning
Beneath Thy chastening rod,
Men cry, with bitter scorning,
"What help hath he in God."

But Thou, my shield, my shelter,
My glory, and my rest;

I kneel before Thine altar,
And know, that I am blest:

I fly to Thee in sorrow,

Help comes from Zion's hill:
I sleep, and on the morrow
I waken with Thee still.

Tho' tens of thousands gather,
I will not fear them now-
For Thou, my God, and Father,
Wilt lay th' oppressors low.

The evil, and unholy,

Shall melt, and fade away, Their strength is broken wholly, They perish in a day.

But ever blessed the nation,
Whose trust is in Thy word,

From Thee is their salvation,
Thyself, their strength, Oh Lord!

PSALM 4.

LIFT up, lift up, pure hearts, and hands,
Lift up your songs on high,

In God alone all strength doth dwell,
On God alone rely.

While many wander to and fro,

And cry in fretful mood,
"Hath life nought better to bestow?
Who, who will shew us good?

A happy heritage, Oh Lord,
Thy children find in Thee;
What purer joy can earth afford,
Than Thy loved face to see.

Better, than all Thy pleasant gifts
Of corn, and oil, and wine,
The light of that sweet countenance,
Which on Thy saints doth shine.

PSALM 4.

Second Version.

HEAR me in my deep distress,
Answer me in righteousness,
God, to whom I lift my cry,
Save, Oh save me, or I die.
Hark the awful voice divine!

"Flee from sin, and thou art mine,
Godly men to God are dear,

Serve thou Him, and He will hear.”

Stand in awe, nor dare to sin," "Commune much with self within; "Wake at night, with God to talk," "Rise at morn with Him to walk,' "On His grace thy soul recline,"

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'Bring thine incense to His shrine," "Plead thy Saviour's righteousness," "God will hear, and God will bless."

Many cry in fretful mood,
"Who will shew us any good,"
Lift Thou up Thy loving glance,
Lord, on Thine inheritance.

So shall better gifts be mine,
Than their corn, and oil, and wine,
So shall I in safety dwell,-

Since Thou sayest "all is well."

PSALM 5.

HEARKEN, good Lord, to my complaint,

Pass not my sorrows by :

On Thee alone, my King, my God,

Will I for help rely.

Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,

And with its earliest rays,

To Thee I'll lift

my

Or pour out songs

hands in prayer,

of praise.

PSALM 8.

OH LORD, our King, how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament

How wonderfully shewn!

Yet, are the humble dear to Thee,
Thy praises are confest

By infants, lisping on the knee,
And sucklings at the breast.

When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of Thy right hand;
The moon, and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land;

Lord, what is man, that Thou shouldst deign

On him to set Thy love!

Give him on earth awhile to reign,

Then fill a throne above!

Oh Lord, how excellent Thy name!
How manifold Thy ways!

Time shall Thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity, Thy praise.

PSALM 8.

Second Version.

OH LORD, Our Lord, of how great worth

Thy name is known on high;

Thou, who hast poured Thy glory forth
Above the eternal sky,