Pause.

8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb; at his feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his name.

9 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he grow angry and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown
If ye provoke his jealousy.

10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell: 
He is a God, and ye but dust: 
Happy the souls that know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.

Psalm 3:1.  C. M.
Doubts and fears supprest; or, God
our defence from sin and Satan.

1 My God, how many are my fears! 
How fast my foes increase! 
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 God,
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 hell
All arm’d against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul,
My refuge is my God.

7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing: 
My God 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 God.

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 God sustain’d me all the night;
Salvation doth to God 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, God our
portion, and Christ our hope.

1 O God 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.