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PSALM 4. Second Part. C.M.
An Evening Psalm. (cont.)

2	'Tis sweet conversing on my bed    With my own heart and thee.
3	I pay this evening sacrifice;    And when my work is done, Great God! my faith and hope relies    Upon thy grace alone.
4	Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace,    I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days,    And will my slumbers keep.

PSALM 5. C.M.
For the Lord's Day Morning.

1	LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear,    My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer,    To thee lift up mine eye;
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.
3	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,    To taste thy mercies there: I will frequent thy holy court,    And worship in thy fear.
5	Oh may thy spirit guide my feet    In waves of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight,    And plain before my face.
6	My watchful enemies combine    To tempt my feet astray;

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PSALM 5. C.M.
For the Lord's Day Morning. (cont.)

6	They flatter with a base design    To make my soul their prey.
7	Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,    And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust    For ever shout for joy.
8	The men that love and fear thy name    Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them    With favour as a shield.

PSALM 6. C.M.
Complaint in Sickness.

1	In anger, Lord, rebuke me not,    Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot,    Against a feeble worm.
2	My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,    My flesh with pain opprest; 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 afflicted more?    Mine eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before    Thy hand afford relief?
5	He hears when dust and ashes speak,    He pities all our groans; He saves us for our Saviour's sake,    And heals our broken bones.
6	The virtue of his sov'reign word    Restores our fainting breath;