PSALMS.

5 0 may thy Spirit guide my feet reda

In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face.

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PAUSE.

6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter, with a base design To make my soul their prey.

7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust For ever shout for joy.

8 The men that love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield.

PSALM 6. C. M.

Complaint in sickness; or, Diseases healed. me not,

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Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest.

3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eye consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief?

5 He hears when dust and ashes speak; He pities all our groans; He saves us for his mercy's sake, And heals our broken bones.

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6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death.

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