PSALM 4. FIRST PART. L. M. GOD of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain. Thou hast enlarged 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 and pities their complaints, For the dear sake of Christ that died. 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 divine, and love so great; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boasted state PSALM 4. SECOND PART. C. M. 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, 4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone 3 Thou art a God before whose sight Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 4 But to thy house will I resort 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet 5 My watchful enemies combine 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, While those that in thy mercy trust 8 The men that love and fear thy name The mighty God will compass them PSALM 6. FIRST PART. C. M. IN anger, Lord, do not chastise, ་་ 2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 4 Shall I be still afflicted more? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, 6 The virtue of his sovereign word For silent graves praise not the Lord, B 13 PSALM 6. SECOND PART. L. M. ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise, But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, PSALM 7. C. M. My trust is in my heavenly friend, My hope in thee, my God; As hungry lions rend the prey 3 If e'er my pride provoked them first, Then let them tread my life to dust, 4 If there be malice found in me, 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment, and command Deliverance for my soul. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Shall not the God of truth engage 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, Against the sons of spite. 8 Though leagued in guile, their malice spread 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. PSALM 8. FIRST PART. S. M. LORD, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, |