The Psalms of David | Page 7

subdu'd my fear.
5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.]
6 What though the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul, My refuge is my God.
7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing: My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting.
8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.
Psalm 3:2. 1 2 3 4 5 8. L. M. A morning Psalm.
1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God.
2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry; Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heavenly aid, I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Tho' I should wake and rise no more.
4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong; He rais'd my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song.
Psalm 4:1. 1 2 3 5 6 7. L. M. Hearing prayer; or, God our portion, and Christ our hope.
1 O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again.
2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name!
3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears the cry of penitents For the dear sake of Christ that dy'd.
4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pardoning grace.
5 Let the unthinking many say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray, Our souls desire this heavenly food.
6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace and favour so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their corn and all their wine.
Psalm 4:2. 3 4 5 8. C. M. An evening Psalm.
1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray I am for ever thine: I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head From cares and business free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep.
Psalm 5. For the Lord's day morning.
1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye;
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.
3 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.
4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear.
5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face.
PAUSE.
6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design To make my soul their prey.
7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust For ever shout for joy.
8 The men that love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield.
Psalm 6:1. C. M. Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed.
1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eye consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief?
5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our