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Oft has that grace enlarg'd my heart,
Weighed down with anxious care;
Again thy mercy, Lord, impart,
Again regard my prayer.

While many, wrapt in nature's night,
For worldly good inquire,

O lift on me thy saving light!

'Tis all that I desire.

In peace I lay me down to sleep;
Thine arm shall stay my head:
Thine angel spread his tent, and keep
His watch around my bed.

PSALM 5. C. M.

For the Lord's day morning.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.

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

O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face!

All they who love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd:

The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

PSALM 6. C. M.

The wrath of God deprecated.

1 IN tender mercy, not in wrath,
Rebuke us, gracious God!
Lest, if thy whole displeasure rise,
We fall beneath thy rod.

2 Touch'd by thy Spirit's quickening power,
Our load of guilt we feel;

The wounds thy Spirit hath unclos'd,
O let that Spirit heal!

3 Oppress'd with Satan's galling yoke,
Must we for ever mourn?

And wilt thou not at length, O God,
In pitying love return?

4 O come with speed, ere life expire,
And show thy power to save!
For who shall sing thy name in death,
Or praise thee in the grave?

5 Why should our souls distrust thy grace,
Or yield to dread despair?
Thou wilt fulfil thy promis'd word,
And grant us all our prayer.

PSALM 8. VERSION 1. c. M.

The wonders of creation and redemption. 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 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wondering sight,

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

3 Lord, what is man, or man's frail race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

4 That thy eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form;
Made lower than the angels are,
To save a dying worm?

5 0 thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is thy name!

PSALM 8. VERSION 2. c. M.

The wonders of creation and redemption.
1 O LORD, our King, how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament

How wonderfully shown!

2 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand;

The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land;

3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst deign On him to set thy love,

Give him on earth awhile to reign,
Then fill a throne above?

4 O Lord, how excellent thy name!
How manifold thy ways!

Let time thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity thy praise.

PSALM 9. c. M.

Praise to God.

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

To all the listening 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,

Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on thy help relied.

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

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

PSALM 11. L. M.

Confidence in God.

1 WHEN all bespeaks a Father's love,
O wherefore, timorous as the dove,
Should we in times of peril flee
To any refuge, Lord, but thee?
In vain the wicked bend their bow,
And seek to lay the righteous low;
Thou, from thine everlasting throne,
With watchful care regard'st thine own.

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Thy voice shall seal the sinner's fate;
Just vengeance doth his crimes await;
While the bright beams of grace divine
Shall on thy faithful servants shine.

The acceptable character.

1 WHO shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below.

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean;
Whose lips still speak the things they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue :
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 He loves his enemies, and prays

For those that curse him to his face;
And doth to all men still the same
That he could hope or wish from them.
4 Yet when his holiest works are done;
His soul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.
PSALM 16.

C. M.

Hope in the Resurrection.

1 HENCEFORTH my soul shall bless the Lord, Whose precepts give me light,

And private counsel still afford,
In sorrow's dismal night.

2 I'll strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;

No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh.

3 Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice:

My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
Wak'd by his powerful voice.