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PSALM 6. First Part. C.M.
Complaint in Sickness. (cont.)
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For silent graves praise not the Lord;
Our lips are sealed in death.
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PSALM 7. C.M.
God's care of his people, and
punishment of persecutors.
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My trust is in my heavenly friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
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With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear;
As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliv'rer's near.
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If I indulge in thoughts unjust,
And wish and seek their woe.
Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.
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If there were malice hid in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.
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Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.
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Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?
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He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite
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For me their malice dug a pit.
But there themselves are cast:
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PSALM 7. C.M.
God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors. (cont.)
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My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.
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That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace,
And justice of the Lord.
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PSALM 8. First Part. S.M.
The sovereignty and goodness of God.
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O LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine,
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.
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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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When I survey the stars
And all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man! that worthless thing,
A-kin to dust and worms!
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Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou should'st love him so!
Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.
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How rich thy bounties are!
How wond'rous are thy ways!
Of dust and worms, thy power can frame
A monument of praise.
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PSALM 8. Second Part. L.M.
Adam and Christ.
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LORD, what was man, when made at first,
Adam, the offspring of the dust,
That thou should'st set him and his race,
But just below an angel's place!
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