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PSALM 53. First Part. L.M.
Atheism. (cont.)

4	O wretched state! how fall'n are men! How guilty, helpless, lost, and dead! They're all concluded under sin, Their hope is gone, their peace is fled.
5	To such, the Lord his gospel sends; For these, a Saviour he appoints; To them his grace with pow'r extends; And changes atheists into saints.

PSALM 53. Second Part. C.M.
Deliverance from persecution. (cont.)

1	ARE all the foes of Zion fools,    Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Saviour rules,    And pities her complaints?
2	They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise:    For God's avenging arm Scatters the bones of them, that rise    To do his children harm.
3	In vain the sons of Satan boast    Of armies in array: When God has first dispers'd their host,    They fall an easy prey.
4	O for a word from Zion's King,    Her captives to restore! Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,    And Judah weep no more.

PSALM 54. P.M.
Prayer for deliverance from enemies.

1	MY God, preserve my soul; O make my spirit whole:    To save me let thy strength appear; Strangers my steps surround; Their pride and rage confound,    And bring thy great salvation near.

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PSALM 54. P.M.
Prayer for deliverance from enemies. (cont.)

2	Those that against me rise Are aliens from the skies    They hate thy church and kingdom, Lord They mock thy fearful name: They glory in their shame,    Nor heed the wonders of thy word.
3	But O thou king divine, My chosen friends are thine,    The men, that still my soul sustain: Wilt thou my foes subdue, And form their hearts anew,    And snatch them from eternal pain.
4	Escap'd from ev'ry woe, O! grant me, here below,    To praise thy name with those I love: And, when beyond the skies, Our souls unbodied rise;    Unite us in the realms above.

PSALM 55. First Part. C.M.
Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.

1	O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,    Behold my flowing tears: For earth and hell my hurt devise,    And triumph in my fears.
2	Their rage is level'd at my life;    My soul with guilt they load; And fill my thoughts with inward strife,    To shake my hope in God.
3	With inward pain my heart-strings sound,    I groan with ev'ry breath: Horror and fear beset me round,    Among the shades of death.
4	O! were I like a feather'd dove;    Soon would I stretch my wings;