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

4	And fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things.
5	Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come.
6	Vain hopes, and vain inventions all, To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well.

PSALM 55. Second Part. C.M.
Daily devotions.

1	LET sinners take their course,    And choose the road to death; But in the worship of my God    I'll spend my daily breath.
2	My thoughts address his throne,    When morning brings the light: I seek his blessing ev'ry noon,    And pay my vows at night.
3	Thou wilt regard my cries,    O my eternal God! While sinners perish in surprise,    Beneath thine angry rod.
4	Because they dwell at ease,    And no sad changes feel; They neither fear nor trust thy name,    Nor learn to do thy will.
5	But I with all my cares,    Will lean upon the Lord: I'll cast my burdens on his arm,    And rest upon his word.
6	His arm shall well sustain    The children of his love;

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PSALM 55. Second Part. C.M.
Daily devotions. (cont.)

6	The ground on which their safety stands,    No earthly pow'r can move.

PSALM 56. First Part. C.M.
Deliverance from oppression.

1	O THOU whose justice reigns on high,    And makes th' oppressor cease; Behold! how envious sinners try    To vex and break my peace.
2	The sons of violence and lies    Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise,    My refuge is thy word.
3	In God, most holy, just, and true,    I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do.    The offspring of the dust.
4	They wrest my words to mischief still,    Charge me with unknown faults: Mischief doth all their counsels fill,    And malice all their thoughts.
5	Shall they escape without thy frown?    Must their devices stand? O! cast the haughty sinner down,    And let him know thy hand!

PSALM 56. Second Part. C.M.
God's care of his people.

1	GOD counts the sorrows of his saints,    Their groans affect his ears: Thou hast a book for my complaints,    A bottle for my tears.
2	When to thy throne I raise my cry,    The wicked fear and flee; So swift is pray'r to reach the sky,    So near is God to me.