Part 24 (1/2)

6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of h.e.l.l!

The mighty G.o.d on whom I call Can save me here as well.

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7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny.

8 G.o.d shall preserve my soul from fear, Or s.h.i.+eld me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid.

9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word That saints shall never fall.

10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days.

Psalm 55:2. 15-17 19 22. S. M.

Dangerous prosperity; or, Daily devotions encouraged.

1 Let sinners take their course, And choose the road to death; But in the wors.h.i.+p of my G.o.d I'll spend my daily breath.

2 My thoughts address his throne When morning brings the light; I seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vows at night.

3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal G.o.d, 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 call 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; The ground on which their safety stands No earthly power can move.

Psalm 56.

Deliverance from oppression and falsehood; or, G.o.d's care of his people, in answer to faith and prayer.

1 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 G.o.d 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 councils 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!

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6 G.o.d counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears.

7 When to thy throne I raise my cry The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is G.o.d to me.

8 In thee, most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust.