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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.
A Morning Psalm. 1 O 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, I
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
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.
An Evening Psalm. 1 To what rich and heav'nly stores
Doth the LORD His people lead !
All the good I daily need:
2 With the day's new mercies crown'd,
Bid this night Thy face to shine!
Who for earthly comforts pine, -'
Than when earthly blessings flow. 3 LORD! on me the gracious beams
Of Thy heav'nly presence shed !
Sweet repose shall soothe my bed. Now these blessings, LORD! dispense; Thou, alone, art my defence.
For the Morning of the Sabbath. 1 LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high ;
To Thee lift up mine eye;
To plead for all His saints, Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
The wicked shall not stand;
Nor dwell at Thy right hand. 4. But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
And worship in Thy fear.
5 may Thy SPIRIT guide my feet
In ways of righteousness! Make ev'ry path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
Pleading for Mercy.-On Despair. 1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God! My spirit dreads Thy angry look,
And trembles at Thy rod.
Regard my heavy groans;
And heal my broken bones! 3 By day, my busy beating head
Is fill'd with anxious fears ; By night, upon my restless bed, I
weep a flood of tears. 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,
Insults me in my pain ; He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me-hope is vain.
Nor tempt me to despair;
The Lord has heard my prayer.'
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 When I behold Thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light; 3 LORD, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below; That Thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?
4 That Thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
To save a dying worm?
Ś Let Him be crown'd with majesty
Who bow'd His head to death; And be His honours sounded high
By all things that have breath.
5 Jesus, our LORD, how wondrous great
Is Thine exalted name!
Let the whole earth proclaim !
Praise.—God a Refuge to believers. i To celebrate Thy praise, O LORD,
I will my heart prepare;
Thy wondrous works, declare.
Exalted pleasure bring; Whilst to Thy Name, O Thou most High!
Triumphant praise I sing.
Against oppressing rage :
In our behalf engage. 4 All those who have His goodness provid,
Will'in His truth confide; Whose mercy
ne'er forsook the man
From Sion, His abode,
Confess no other GOD,
The awful Portion of the wicked. 1 THE LORD hath both a temple here,
And righteous throne above, Whence He surveys the sons of men,
And how their counsels move,