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PSALM III.

INCE whenso'er in

my distress

To God I made my prayer,
He heard me from his holy hill,
Why should I now despair?
2 Guarded by him, I laid me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,
Through him in safety wake.
3 No force nor fury of my foes,
My courage shall confound;
Were they as many hosts as men,
That have beset me round.

4 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
He only can defend;

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

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PSALM IV.

C. M.

C. M.

ye in awe of God's commands, Flee every thing that's ill;

Commune in private with your hearts,
And bend them to his will.

2 While worldly minds impatient grow
More prosp'rous times to see,
Still let the glories of thy face
Shine brightly, Lord, on me.

3 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
More lasting and more true,

Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine,
Successively renew.

4 Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
And take my needful rest;
No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
Of thy defence possest.

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ORD hear the voice of my complaint,
Accept my secret prayer;

To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

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

To thee devoutly I'll look up,
To thee devoutly pray.

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

Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way
Wherein I ought to go.

4 To righteous men the righteous Lord
His blessing will extend,

And with his favour all his saints
As with a shield defend.

5.

PSALM VI.

C. M.

1HY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,
And spare a wretch forlorn;

Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
Too heavy to be borne.

2 Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint,
Unable to endure

The anguish of my aching bones,
Which thou alone canst cure.

3 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
And ease my troubled soul;
Lord, for thy wond'rous mercy's sake,
Vouchsafe to make me whole.

4 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs
Ye shall no more rejoice;

For God, I find, accepts my tears,
And listens to my voice.

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PSALM VIII.

C. M.

For a Sunday School.

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

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

2 In heaven thy wond'rous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon❜d there;

And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 Through thee the weak confound the strong, And crush their haughty foes;

And so thou quell'st the wicked throng,
That thee and thine oppose.

4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
To them so wond'rous kind?

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PSALM IX.

TI will my heart prepare;

NO celebrate thy praise, O Lord,

C. M.

To all the listening world thy works,
Thy wond'rous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasure bring;

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

3 All those who have his goodness prov'd,
Should in his truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on his help relied.

4 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Sion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

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SINCE I have placed my trust in God,
A refuge always nigh,

Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,
To distant mountains fly?

2 The Lord hath both a temple here,
And righteous throne above;
Whence he surveys the sons of men,
And how their counsels move.

3 If God the righteous, whom he loves,
For trial does correct;

What must the sons of wickedness,
Whom he abhors, expect?

4 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds With signal favour grace;

And to the upright man disclose

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The brightness of his face.

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OW long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
Must I for ever mourn?

How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
Oh! never to return?

2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, And grief my heart oppress?

How long my enemies insult,
And I have no redress?