O, let us serve this Lord above
In trembling and with fear;
Let us with reverence rejoice,
When we to him draw near.

N. V. PSALM 3. C. M.
THOU, mighty Lord, art my defence;
On thee my hopes rely;
Thou art my glory, and wilt yet
Lift up my head on high.

Whenever in my deep distress
To God I made my prayer,
He heard me from his holy hill ;-
Why should I now despair?
Guarded by him, I'll lay me down
My still repose to take;
Thro' him securely will I sleep;
Thro' him in safety wake.

Salvation to the Lord belongs;
He only can defend:

His blessing he extends to all
That on his power depend.

O. V.

Second Version.

C. M.

WITH humble voice unto the Lord

I lifted up my cry;

And God from out his holy hill

Did hear me instantly.

Tho' thousand sins against me rise

I will not be afraid;

For thou art still my Lord,

My Saviour and my

my God,

aid.

Salvation only doth belong
To thee, O Lord, above;
Who on thy people wilt bestow
Thy blessing, and thy love.

O. v.

PSALM 4. C. M.

O God, thou art my righteousness;
Lord, hear me when I call;
And set me now at liberty

From Satan's bitter thrall.
Have speedy mercy, Lord, on me,
And grant me my request:
For unto thee incessantly

I cry, and hope for rest.
Offer to Heav'n the sacrifice
Of righteousness and praise;
And look, that in the living God
Ye put your trust always.

N. V.

PSALM 5. C. M.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,
Accept my secret prayer:
To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;
And with the dawning day

To thee devoutly will I look;

To thee devoutly pray.

Conduct me by thy righteous laws,
For watchful is my foe;

Teach me, O Lord,-make plain the way Wherein I ought to go.

And while thy boundless grace shall me
Amidst thy courts restore,

On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,
And humbly there adore.

O. V.

PSALM 6. C. M.

LORD, in thy wrath reprove me not,
Tho' I deserve thine ire!
Nor yet in anger chasten me,
I humbly, Lord, desire.

For I am weak; do thou, O Lord,
In mercy with me bear,

And heal my soul; for well thou know'st
My soul doth quake for fear.

O, turn thee to thy wonted grace,
Some pity on me take;

And save me, not for my deserts,
But for thy mercy's sake.

N. V.

PSALM 8. C. M.

O THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Thro' all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

In heav'n thy wondrous works are sung,
Nor fully reckon'd there!

Yet thou canst make an infant's tongue
Thy boundless praise declare!

Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst love
To keep him in thy mind?—

Or sons of men, that God should prove
To them so wondrous kind?

N. V. PSALM 9.

C. M.

To celebrate thy love, O Lord,

I will my heart prepare;

To all the list'ning world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works declare.

The thoughts of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasures bring,

Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.

Let all, who have his goodness proved,
Still in his truth confide:
God's mercy ne'er forsook the man
Who on his help relied.

N. V.

PSALM 10. C. M.

THY presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord?
O hide not now thy face,

When dismal times of deep distress
Call forth thy wonted grace.

Arise, O Lord, at length arise,

Stretch forth thy mighty arm; And by the greatness of thy power, Defend thy saints from harm. Thou dost the humblest suppliants hear, That to thy throne repair: Thou first preparest hearts to pray,

And then acceptest prayer.

O. V.

PSALM 11. C. M.

IN God the Lord I put my trust,
Why then exhort me still,-
"Unto the mountains swiftly fly,
"As birds unto the hill."

Of worldly hope all stay is gone,
And clearly come to nought!
Alas! the best and wisest man,
What evils hath he wrought!
But God, that in his temple is
Most holy and most high,

Above the highest heavens doth dwell,
In saving majesty.

O. V.

PSALM 13. C. M.

How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
Shall it for ever be?

How long dost thou intend to hide
Thy countenance from me?

How long shall I, in mind opprest,
With care tormented lie?
How long shall Sin, my deadly foe,
Thus lift his head on high?

O, from thy mercy and thy love
My hope shall ne'er depart;
In thy relief, and saving health
Right glad shall be my heart.

N. V. PSALM 15. C. M.
LORD, who shall dwell amidst thy courts,
Or to thy house repair,

Not, stranger-like, to visit them,

But to inhabit there?

"Tis he, whose every thought and deed By God's direction moves;

Whose faithful tongue disdains to speak The thing his heart disproves.