2 In vain we trace creation o'er, In search of sacred rest ; The whole creation is too poor To make us fully blest.
3 In vain would this low world employ Each flatt'ring specious wile; For what can yield a real joy But our Creator's smile?
4 Let earth with all her charms depart, Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone our restless heart An equal bliss can find.
5 Great Source of all felicity, To thee our wishes tend! Do not these wishes rise from thee, And in thy favour end?
6 Thy favour, Lord, is all we want, Here would our spirit rest; O seal the rich, the boundless grant, And make us fully blest!
PSALM IV. ver. 8. Long Metre. An Evening Song.
1 THUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head;
His ever watchful eye shall keep Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning let me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. 5 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground; And wait thy voice to break the tomb, With glad salvation in the sound.
PSALM V. Common Metre.
For the Lord's Day Morning.
1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high;
To thee will I address my pray r, To thee direct mine eye.
2 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. 3 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear.
4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of truth and grace! Make ev'ry path of duty straight And plain before my face.
5 The men who love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them With favour, as a shield.
WATTS.
PSALM VI. Common Metre. Prayer in Sickness.
1 IN_anger, Lord, rebuke me not, But spare a wretch forlorn; Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, Too heavy to be borne.
2 Sorrow and pain consume the day, I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, And fills my soul with grief; How long, O Lord, wilt thou delay To grant me thy relief?
PSALM VII. Common Metre. Confidence in God.
1 My trust is in my heav'nly Friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend From those who seek my blood.
4 The gloomy shades of death cannot Thy glorious acts proclaim; No pris'ner of the silent grave Can magnify thy name.
5 He hears when dust and ashes pray, He pities all my groans; He saves me for his mercy's sake, And heals my broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sov'reign word Restores my fainting breath; To him will I devote that life Which he has sav'd from death. TATE and WATTS united and varied. #or b
2 If malice lurk'd within my heart, Before thy piercing eyes, I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise.
3 Impartial Judge of all the world, I trust my cause to thee; According to my righteousness So let thy sentence be,
4 Let wicked arts of wicked men Be wholly overthrown ;
But guard the just, O God, to whom The hearts of both are known.
5 Then will I all the righteous ways Of Providence proclaim; I'll sing the praise of God most high, And celebrate his name.
TATE and WATTS, united. PSALM VIII. Common Metre. * or b Divine Condescension.
1 O 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 heaven, thy glorious work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight;
The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light;
8 Lord, what is man! that thou shouldst choose To keep him in thy mind!
Or what his race, that thou shouldst prove To them so wondrous kind!
4 Him next in power thou didst create To thy celestial train;
Ordain'd with dignity and state O'er all thy works to reign. 5 They jointly own his powerful sway, The beasts that prey or graze ; The bird that wings its airy way, The fish that cuts the seas.
6 O thou, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame, Through all the world, how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!
TATE.
PSALM VIII. Long Métre.
b
Adam and Christ, or the old and new Creation.
1 LORD, what was man when made at first, Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race, But just below an angel's place?
2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so, And make him Lord of all below; Make every beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet! 3 But what sublimer glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state! What honours shall thy Son adorn, Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made! See him in dust among the dead! To save the world from death and sin : But he shall reign with power divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall, New made and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet.
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