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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.
By David, are fulfillid;
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?
Derides their rage below;
And strikes their spirits through.
d 3 "I call him my eternal Son,
And raise him from the dead;
And wide his kingdom spread."
Obey th' anointed Lord;
And tremble at his word.
For if he frown, ye die:
Who on his grace rely.
p1 My !
PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*]
How fast my foes increase!
They break my present peace.
There's no relief in heav'n;
Too big to be forgiv'n.
Shalt on the tempter tread;
And raise my drooping head.
All arm’d, against me stood;
My refuge is my God.
While I thy glory singo
And Death has lost his sting.
His arm alone can save:
And reach beyond the grave.
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.
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Though I should wake and rise no more. 0 4 "But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:
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;
To turn my glory into shame;
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;
C. M. Barby. York. [*]:
Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.--An Evening Psalm..
ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am forever thine:
Nor would I dare to sin.
From cares and bus'ness free,
With my own heart and thee.
And when my work is done,
Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
And will my slumbers keep.
For the LORD's Day Morning.
To thee lift up mine eye.
To plead for all his saints,
Our songs and our complaints.
The wicked shall not stand;
Nor dwell at thy right hand. 04 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
--5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
PSALM 6. C. M. Wantage. [b]
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?
He pities all our groans;
And heals our broken bones.
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:
When no deliv'rer's near.