3 Lord, may we yield to thy command,

To thee still consecrate our days !
Perpetual blessings from thine hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

C. M.

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 Ilusive 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.

C. M.

PSALM 5.

PART 1.
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. PART 2.

Holiness.
I 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.

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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!

C. M.

PSALM 8.

Condescension of the Lord.
1 O 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 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 ?

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heart prepare ;

5 ( 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
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 provid,

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.

(148) 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.

2

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.

3

L.M.

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.