And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiven.

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

Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.
4 I cried, and from his holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father and my God,
And he subdued my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on my eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I woke and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.

6 What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood;
Terrors no more shall shake my soul,
My refuge is my God.

7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill 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.

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Ver. 1-5, 8. A Morning Psalm. 1LORD, 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 Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thy heavenly aid,

L. M.

I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should made my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.

4 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong:

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He raised my head to see the light
And make his praise my morning song.

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Ver. 1-3, 5-7. God our Portion.

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,

L.M.

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 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 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 favor so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice, For all their corn and all their wine.

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Ver. 3-5, 8. An Evening Psalm.

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.

C. M.

4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

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Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

For the Lord's Day Morning.

ORD, 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 thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh 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 fulfilled;

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The mighty God will compass them
With favor, as a shield.

Looking unto God in Sickness.

IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Withdraw the dreadful storm;

C. M.

C. M.

Nor let thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppressed;

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 consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thy 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.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:

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

Temptations in Sickness overcome.

1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

L.M.

When thou with kindness dost chastise;

But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;
Oh let it not against me rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,

And ease the sorrows that I feel;

The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
Oh let thy gentler touches heal.

3 See how I pass my weary days

In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night, My bed is watered with my tears;

My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When will thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair;

C. M.

But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.

6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,
And all despairing thoughts depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

God's Care of his People.

1 MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;

Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear;

As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliverer 's near.

3 If I have e'er provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe;

Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay my honor low.

4 If there were malice hid in me,
(I know thy piercing eyes,)
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

PAUSE.

6 Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;

Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?

7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice dug a pit,

But there themselves are cast;

My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.