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.
PSALM II. Short Metre.
The Death, Resurrection and Glory of Christ.. 1 MAKER, and sovereign Lord Of heaven, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees.
2 The things so long foretold By David, are fuifil'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 powers, 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.
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 heaven; And all my swelling sins appear Too great to be forgiven.
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 prayer: He heard me from his holy bill; 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 ; Blessings attend thy people here. And reach beyond the grave.
TATE and WATTS, united and varied.
PSALM IV. ver. 6, 7. C. M. 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 flattering 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.
1 THUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening 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 prayer, 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 thy holy court, And worship in thy fear.
4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of truth and grace! Make every 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.
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 prisoner 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 sovereign 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. or b Confidence in God.
1 MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in thee, my
Rise and my helpless life defend From those who seek my blood.
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