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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. € 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd:

As chaff before the tempest flies,

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

PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton. [*] Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning. 1 TAKER, and sov'reign Lord,

, seas, Thy providence confirms thy word,

And answers thy decrees.
2 The things, so long foretold

By David, are fulfillid;
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; o He'll vindicate those honours well,

Which he receiv'd from God.

C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*]

Christ Exalted and his Enemies warned. pi WHY did the nations join to slay

The 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.
06 With humble love address his throne;

For if he frown, ye die:
-Those are secure, and those alone,

Who on his grace rely.

p1 My !

PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*]
Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Refuge.


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.
07 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,

While I thy glory singo
My God has broke the serpent's teeth,

And Death has lost his sting.
08 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. 1 O

In this weak state of flesh and blood. My peace they daily discompase,

But my defence and hope is God.
e 2 Tir'a 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. 0 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 Flope.


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..

ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I am forever thine:
I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.
e 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.
LORD, 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. 04 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear,


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--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.

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.
06 The virtue of his sov'reigo word

Restores our fainting breath: e For silent graves praise not the Lord,

Nor is he known in death,

PSALM 7. C. M. Bedford. [b]

God's Care of his People against Persecutors. 1 Y trust is in my heav'nly Friend,


o 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.

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