2 My foes prevail; my peace is fled;
No cheering hope appears;
And, at the midnight hour, my bed
I water with my tears.

3 O come, and show thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?

4 Hence, ye ungodly foes, depart;
Nor tempt me to despair:

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

PSALM 7. (P. M.)

God's protection implored.

1 O THOU, the Holy, and the Just,
My God, in whom I place my trust,
Deliver me from woe:

Preserve me with thy watchful care,
Nor leave my helpless soul to bear
The vengeance of the foe.

2 O let the cause of truth prevail,
And all the evil projects fail
That wicked men devise;

Thy wrath, O Lord, will fiercely burn
Against the souls that will not turn
From vanity and lies.

3 But thou, who searchest every heart,
Wilt never let thy love depart
From one who seeks thy face;

Thou art my help, and I will raise
To thee the voice of constant praise
For thy unbounded grace.

The glory and humility of Christ.

1 JESUS, thy glorious deeds excel All that created lips can tell;

Thy mercy spreads through all the earth,
And heaven proclaims thy matchless worth.
2 Thy hand the feeblest souls can raise,
And babes are taught to lisp thy praise;
Through thee the weak can overthrow
The efforts of their strongest foe.

3 When all thy wondrous works I see,
The heavens set forth by thy decree,
The moon ordain'd to rule the night,
And all those blazing orbs of light;

4 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst smile In mercy upon one so vile?

That thou a mortal form shouldst take,
To toil and suffer for his sake?

5 Angels beheld thee leave thy throne,
To hold a place beneath their own;
But now they see thee crown'd on high
With all the honours of the sky.

6 A vast dominion, Lord, is thine,
Through heaven and earth thy glories shine;
Creatures their willing homage bring,
And nature owns thee for her king.

† PSALM 9.

(C. M.)

Praise for God's faithfulness.

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 God on his righteous throne above
Our wants and danger knows ;
He hears his people when they call,
And scatters all their foes.

4 He is their refuge in the time
Of trouble and alarm;

And makes the proud oppressor feel
of his arm.

The vengeance

5 All those who know his gracious name Will in his truth confide,

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

6 Sing praises therefore to the Lord
In Zion his abode;

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

PSALM 15.

(L. M.)

A citizen of Zion described.

1 LORD, who is he that shall abide

For ever in thy holy place?

And, with unfailing love supplied, Shall see the brightness of thy face? 2 That man alone can enter there,

Who treads thy paths with steady feet, Watches his heart and life with care,

And hates all falsehood and deceit :

3 Who never gives his neighbour pain By an unkind or angry word; Rejects the wicked and the vain,

But honours them that fear the Lord:

4 Who from his promise, though he find It brings him loss, will ne'er depart; Nor let the love of money blind

His judgment, or corrupt his heart.

5 Such is the man thy mercy brings

Within the heavenly Zion's wall; He that takes pleasure in such things Shall stand secure, and never fall.

PSALM 16.

(L. M.)

God the portion of his people.

1 IF thou, O Lord, my portion art,
No terror need perplex my heart;
For still thy hand shall bear me up,
Supply my wants, and fill my cup.

2 Thy goodness decks my soul with grace,
And sets me in a pleasant place:
I thank thee for thy counsels, Lord,
And all the treasures of thy word.

3 Because my Lord is ever near,
My heart is glad, and knows no fear;
Hope even in death shall be my guest,
And smooth the pillow of my rest.
4 For thou wilt not forget to save,
Nor leave me in the gloomy grave;
Corruption may demand its prey,
But the free soul shall soar away.

5 O may I tread the narrow road
That leads me to thy blest abode;
And there, from pain and sorrow free,
Rest in eternal joys with thee.

+ PSALM 17. FIRST VERSION. (L. M.)

Vanity of the world compared with heaven.

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 enter 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 my 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.

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