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PSALM VI.

1 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, O God:
My spirit dreads thy angry look,
And trembles at thy rod,

2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;
Regard my heavy groans;

O let thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones.

3 Return, and shew thy pow'r to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave?
Or sing thy name in death?

4 Now let my enemies depart,
Nor tempt me to despair:

My Saviour comes to cheer my heart;
The Lord hath heard my prayer.

PSALM VIII.

10 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 heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon❜d there;

And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight,

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

4 What's man, O Lord, that thou shouldst love To keep him in thy mind?

His offspring what, that thou shouldst prove
To them so wondrous kind?

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

PSALM VIII. PART II.

1 LORD, what was man when made at first,
Adam, the offspring of the dust,
That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place!

2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below!
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet!
3 But O what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!
4 See him below his angels made,
See him in dust among the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin;
But he shall reign with pow'r divine.
5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The mis'ries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

PSALM X.

1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far, And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy pow'r?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God! lift up thy hand,
Attend our humble cry:
No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

5 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ears to hear;
Wilt hearken what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

PSALM XI.

1 MY refuge is the God of love: Why do my foes insult and cry,

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Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove;
"To distant woods or mountains fly?"

2 The Lord in heaven hath fix'd his throne'
His eyes survey the world below;
To him all mortal things are known;
His eyelids search our spirits through.

3 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.

4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that his own image bear.

PSALM XVI.

1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop:

Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way,
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discov'ries of thy grace,

Which we but tasted here below,
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.

PSALM XVII.

1 WHAT sinners value, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?

3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more controul
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

PSALM XVIII.

I JUST are thy ways, and true thy word,
Great Rock of my secure abode:
Who is a God beside the Lord?
Or where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,
Gives me his holy sword to wield;
And, while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for my shield.
3 He lives, (and blessed be my Rock!)
The God of my salvation lives:
The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
4 To David and his royal seed
Thy grace for ever shall extend:
Thy love to saints, in Christ their head,
Knows not a limit, nor an end.

PSALM XIX.

1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

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