42 PSALMS.VI. V11. VID. PAUSE. 6 My watchful enemies combine . To tempt my. feet astray.; They flatter with a base design To make my soul their prey. S Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy ; While those that in thy mercy trust For ever shout for joy. ' B The men that love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulflhId; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. PSALM VI. [C. M.] Complaint in sickness; or diseaseshealed. 1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so ;tot Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul's bow'd downwith heavycares, My ¢esh with pain oppress ; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days ; I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eye consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thy band afford relief ? '5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans, He saves us for his mercy's sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sov'reign word Restores our fainting_ breath : For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. PSALM VI. [L. M.] Temptations in sickness overcome. 1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou withkindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise !. 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel ; Thewounds thy heavy hand bath made, O let thy gentler touches heal ! 3 See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night, My bed is water'd with my tears: My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn! Now 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 Lords For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul ; And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. PSALM VII. God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors. 1 MY trust is in my heav'nly friend, My hope in thee, my God ; Rise, and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer's near. 3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice hid in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and pow'r control; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'ranee for my soul. PAUSE. 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 reinái He will defend th' upright ; His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, But there themselves are cast My God makes all their nrischieflignt On their own heads at last. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. PSALM VIII. [S. M.] God's sovereignty and goodness; and man's dominion over the creatures. I O LORD, our heav'nly king, Thy name is all divine ; 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, And see the moon, complete in light,. Adorn the darksome skies.
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