3 Lord, may we yield to thy command,
To thee still consecrate our days!
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

PSALM 4.

True Happiness.

1 IN vain the erring world inquires
For some substantial good;

While earth confines their low desires,
They live on airy food.

2 Illusive dreams of happiness

Their eager thoughts employ:

They wake, convinc'd their boasted bliss
Was visionary joy.

3 Begone, ye gilded vanities!

I seek some solid good:
To real bliss my wishes rise→
The favour of my God.

4 Not all the good which earth bestows
Can fill the craving mind;

Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.

5 Grant, O my God, this one request !—
Oh, be thy grace alone

My ample portion,-here I rest!

For heaven is in the boon.

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Morning of the Lord's Day.

| 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 Oft to thy House will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

3 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face!

4 All they who love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The Mighty God shall compass them
With favour, as a shield.

PSALM 5.

Holiness.

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1 ON thee, O God of purity,

I wait for hallowing grace:
None without holiness shall see
The glories of thy face.
2 In souls unholy and unclean
Thou never canst delight;
Nor shall they, if enslav'd by sin,
Appear before thy sight.

3 But as for me, with humble fear
I will approach thy gate,

Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in thy courts to wait.

4 I trust in thine unbounded grace,
To all so freely given;

And worship in thine holy place,
And lift my soul to heaven.

5 Lead me in all thy righteous ways,
Nor suffer me to slide;

Point out the path before my face;
My God, be thou my guide!

6 Oh, may I ne'er to evil yield,
Defended from above,

And kept, and cover'd with the shield
Of thine Almighty love!

PSALM 8.

Condescension of the Lord.

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

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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 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight,

The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

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

Man's offspring what, that thou shouldst prove
To them so wond'rous kind?

5 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame,

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

PSALM 9.

The Praises of God.

1 TO celebrate thy praises, Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

And to the list'ning world, thy works,
Thy wondrous 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 thy goodness prov'd,
Will in thy truth confide;
Thy mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on thy strength relied.

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

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

PSALM 11.

Security of the Righteous.

1 MY trust is in the Lord; What foe can injure me? Why bid me like a bird

Before the fowler flee?

The Lord is on his heavenly throne,
And he will shield and save his own.

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The wicked may assail,
The tempter sorely try,
All earth's foundations fail,
All nature's springs be dry;
Yet God is in his holy shrine,
And I am strong while He is mine.

His foes a season here

May triumph and prevail;

But, ah! the hour is near

When all their hopes must fail;
While like the sun his saints shall rise,
And shine with him above the skies.

PSALM 13.

Pleading with God under Desertion.

1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain!
Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray and be denied?

2 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief!
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

3 How will the Powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice in songs of praise.

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