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2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.
8 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand: Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 But to thy house will I resort,
50 may thy Spirit guide my feet
6 My watchful enemies combine
Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
The men, who love and fear thy name.
PSALM 6.-C. M. [b]
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed.
4 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not,
Nor let thy fury grow so hot
2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest;
My couch is witness to my tears,
$ Sorrow and pain wear out my days:
Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye's consumed with grief?
5 He hears when dust and ashes speak;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,
6 The virtue of his sovereign word
PSALM 6.-L. M.
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear
2 Pity my languishing estate,
3 See how I pass my weary days
In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night, My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look, how the pow'rs of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are tempted to despair: But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from And all despairing thonghts depart: soul; my My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.
PSALM 7.-C. M. [b]
God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors.
Y trust is in my heav'nly Friend,
2 With insolence and fury they
If I had e'er provok'd them first,
Then let him tread my life to dust,
If there be malice hid in me,
5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust:
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just ?
7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,
9 That cruel, persecuting race
PSALM 8.-S. M. [*]
God's sovereignty and goodness; and man's d minion over the creatures. LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine.
2 When to thy works on high
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
3 When I survey the stars,
4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou shouldst love him so! Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below.
5 Thine honours crown his head,
6 How rich thy bounties are!
7 [Out of the mouths of babes
And sucklings thou canst draw
And strike the world with awe.
8 O Lord, our heav'nly King,