Part 2 (2/2)
Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace.
2 The lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiven.
3 But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head.
4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear, I call'd my Father, and my G.o.d, And he subdu'd my fear.
5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.]
6 What though the hosts of death and h.e.l.l All arm'd against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul, My refuge is my G.o.d.
7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing: My G.o.d has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting.
8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.
Psalm 3:2. 1 2 3 4 5 8. L. M.
A morning Psalm.
1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is G.o.d.
2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry; Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heavenly aid, I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Tho' I should wake and rise no more.
4 But G.o.d sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to G.o.d belong; He rais'd my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song.
Psalm 4:1. 1 2 3 5 6 7. L. M.
Hearing prayer; or, G.o.d our portion, and Christ our hope.
1 O G.o.d of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again.
2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name!
3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears the cry of penitents For the dear sake of Christ that dy'd.
4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in G.o.d alone, And glory in his pardoning grace.
5 Let the unthinking many say, ”Who will bestow some earthly good?”
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray, Our souls desire this heavenly food.
6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace and favour so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their corn and all their wine.
Psalm 4:2. 3 4 5 8. C. M.
An evening Psalm.
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