e 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green;

b And heav'n will shine with kindest beams, On every work his hands begin.

e 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies,

So shall their hopes be blown and lostg When the last trumpet shakes the skies.

[*]

PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton.
Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning.

1 MAKER, and sov'reign 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 fulfill'd;

p When Jews and Gentiles rose to slay
Jesus, thy holy child.

0 6 Now he's ascended high,

And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.
7 He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance;-

g Far as the world's remotest ends,
His Kingdom shall advance.

e 8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod;

• He'll vindicate those honours well,
Which he receiv'd from God.

C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*]
Christ Exalted and his Enemies warned.
WHY did the nations join to slay

p 1 WThe Lord's anointed son?
Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?

-2 The Lord, who sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below;

He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.

d 3 “I call him my eternal Son, And raise him from the dead; I make my holy hill his throne,

And wide his kingdom spread." e 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th' anointed Lord;

Adore the King of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.

o 6 With humble love address his throne;
For if he frown, ye die:
-Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*]
Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, GoD our Refuge.
Y God, how many are my fears!

P1M How fast my foes increase!
-Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.

e 2 The lying tempter would persuade,
There's no relief in heav'n;

And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv❜n.

-3 But Thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;

Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

g 6 What though the hosts of death and hell,
All arm'd, against me stood;
Terrours no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

o 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.

o 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:

Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

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L. M. Worship. Armley. [b]
Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.-A Morning Psalm.
LORD, how many are my foes,
many arfe

and blood.

My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.
e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Thou heardst when I began to pray,
And thine Almighty help was nigh.
-3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
o 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. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b] V. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.-GoD our Portion,and CHRIST our Hope. GOD of grace and righteousness,

1

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; e. How long will scoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name? d 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside:

e He hears the cry of penitents,

For the dear sake of Christ who died. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, • We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, e "Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav'nly food.

s 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice,
At grace and favours so divine;

Nor will I change my happy choice,
For all their corn, and all their wine.

C. M. Barby. York. [*]

Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.—An Evening Psalm.

1 Lam forever thine:

ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

e 2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and bus'ness free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed,
With my own heart and thee.
-3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice:
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my 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. C. M. Walsal. Sunday. [b]
For the LORD's Day Morning.

1 My voice ascending high;

ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

To thee will I direct my pray❜r,
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.

e 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.

o 4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;

I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

B

-5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b]

Complaint in Sickness: or, Diseases healed.
Ν

IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

Withdraw the dreadful storm:

Nor let thy fury burn so hot,

Against a feeble worm.

p 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest:

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 eyes 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 groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,
And heals our broken bones.

o 6 The virtue of his sovʼreign word
Restores our fainting breath:

e For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death.

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PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b] GoD's Care of his People against Persecutors. Y trust is in my heav'nly Friend,

M My hope in thee, my God:

• Rise, and my helpless life defend,
From those who seek my blood.
d 2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear:

As hungry lions rend the prey.
When no deliv'rer's near.