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PSALMS.

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. C. M.

Doubts and fears supprest; or, God our defence from sin and Satan.

1 M increase Y God, how many are my fears!

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 cried, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued 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.