6 Thy feet, dear SAVIOUR! we'll embrace, (The kindling wrath Thy love restrains) Trust in the smiles of JESU's face, While o'er the world MESSIAH reigns. Psalm III. A Morning Psalm. 10 LORD! how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is GOD. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To Thee I rais'd my ev'ning cry; Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And Thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by Thine heav'nly aid, I laid me down, and slept secure : Not death shall make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But GOD sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to GOD belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And made His praise my morning song. Psalm IV. An Evening Psalm. 1 To what rich and heav'nly stores 2 With the day's new mercies crown'd, 3 LORD! on me the gracious beams Psalm V. For the Morning of the Sabbath. 1 LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear 2 Up to the hills where CHRIST is gone 3 Thou art a GOD before whose sight Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight, 4 But to Thy house will I resort, 5 may Thy SPIRIT guide my feet Psalm VI. Pleading for Mercy.-On Despair. i IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke 2 Have mercy, LORD, for I am weak; O let Thy voice of comfort speak, 3 By day, my busy beating head 4 Thus I sit desolate and mourn, Mine eyes grow dull with grief; How long, my LORD, ere Thou return, And bring my soul relief? 5 Satan, my cruel, envious foe, He smiles to see me brought so low, 6 But hence, thou enemy, depart! My Saviour comes to cheer my heart, Psalm VIII. The Creator's glory. The Saviour's condescension. 1 THOU, to whom all creatures bow Through all the world how great art Thou! 2 When I behold Thy works on high, 3 LORD, what is man, or all his race, That Thou should'st visit him with grace, And love his nature so? 4 That Thine eternal Son should bear 5 Let Him be crown'd with majesty 5 JESUS, our LORD, how wondrous great Is Thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim! Psalm IX. Praise.-God a Refuge to believers. 1 To celebrate Thy praise, O LORD, To all the list'ning world Thy works, 2 The thought of them shall to my soul Whilst to Thy Name, O Thou most High! Triumphant praise I sing. 3 GOD is a constant, sure defence, As troubles rise, His needful aids 4 All those who have His goodness prov'd, 5 Sing praises therefore to the LORD; Proclaim His deeds, till all the world Psalm XI. The awful Portion of the wicked. 1 THE LORD hath both a temple here, Whence He surveys the sons of men, |