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In a vain world's ungodly ways ;
Nor linger near the scorner's seat; 2 But loves the statutes of the Lord,
And knows the comfort they afford; Reads them each day with fresh delight,
And meditates therein by night.
Unharm’d by Summer's fiercest glow,
With fruit of richest flavour crown'd; 4 So flourishes that holy man,
Success attends his every plan;
Like chaff before the winds of heaven. 5 And therefore in the judgment-day
The Lord his vengeance will display; And when the just his presence share, His foes shall find no entrance there.
(L. M.) Spread of the Gospel. 1 HOW vainly strive ungodly foes
Christ's growing empire to restrain! And with presumptuous scorn oppose
The Gospel's everlasting reign ! 2 The Lord on his eternal throne
Derides their impotent designs;
“ In whom my perfect image shines : 3 “ Earth's utmost bounds shall own thy sway,
« And ransom'd heathen bow the knee; “While overwhelming wrath shall slay
“ The foes that will not worship thee." 4 Lord, let our trust in him be placed
Who reigns and intercedes above; That we with trembling joy may taste The blessing of a Saviour's love. PSALM 3.
I seek thy help, O Lord;
I trust thy faithful word.
Out of thy holy hill ;
And wilt protect me still.
3 I laid me down and slept; thy hand
Preserv'd me through the night;
Restores the cheerful light.
They cannot injure me:
Dependence on God. 1 HOW long will ye despise my name?
'Tis thus the God of mercy pleads ; And turn my glory into shame,
And triumph in your evil deeds? 2 Search out your heart, and mend your ways,
That you may dwell with me above; Obedient faith, and thankful praise,
Such is the sacrifice I love. 3 O Lord, while others in despair
Cry, where is comfort to be found ? I know that thou wilt hear my prayer,
And let my soul with peace be crown'd. 4 Thy blessings are of lasting worth,
Through endless years thy goodness flows; Vain are the riches of the earth
Compar'd with what thy hand bestows. 5 I will lie down, and calmly sleep,
For on thy succour I depend; My soul in safety thou wilt keep,
And be my never-failing friend.
PSALM 5. (S. M.)
Mercy for sinners.
O Lord, I seek thy face;
pray, And grant thy needful grace. 2 Thou art a holy God,
No evil dwells with thee;
O then, what hope for me? 3 My heavy load of guilt
Were more than I could bear,
Forbid me to despair.
Thou wilt vouchsafe to bless, When still before thy throne I plead
A Saviour's righteousness.
Makes every terror flee;
That put their trust in thee.
(C. M.) God sought and found in affliction. 1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, O God;
And trembles at thy rod.