5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call Can save me here as well. PAUSE. 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 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield 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 worship of my God 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 God, 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, God'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 God 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! PAUSE. 6 God 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 God 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. 9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I'll sing, "how faithful is thy word, "How righteous all thy ways!" 10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death; O set thy prisoner free, That heart and hand, and life and breath May be employ'd for thee.