3 For he that giveth to the poor
Lendeth unto the Lord,

And what he lends to God will sure
Be tenfold more restored.

4 When languishing on bed he lies,
God will him help with strength;
Yet up from sickness he will rise,
To walk in perfect health.

5 Sweet mercy, Lord, extend to me,
And fill my soul with grace;
And pardon grant when I offend thee-
Consider thou my case.

6 Enemies evil of me speak,

When shall he die? they say, And eagerly my fortune seek, So wish my quick decay. 7 They formal visits pay to me; Harsh words they to me speak; Mischief within their hearts there be, Though in appearance meek.

8 Lord, I beseech thee, for the sake
Of our Lord Jesus Christ,

That we may all sweet grace partake
Through our atoning Priest.

9 But this I know assuredly,

If I thy favour have,

That thou wilt deal most graciously
Thy servant's soul to save.

10 I set my heart continually
To follow thy command;
And, firm in my integrity,
The tempter will withstand.

11 The Lord our God omnipotent
Eternally be blest;

From age to age the innocent
He upholds when opprest.

12 My soul to God I will resign,
And in his promise trust;

His covenant makes sure the sign,
That Providence is just.

13 O wash my robes white as the snow In blood of Jesus Christ;

Before the Lamb of God I

go

To see our great High Priest.

14 He in his holy city stands

In new Jerusalem;

Where angels fly at his commands,
And martyrs hold their palms.

PSALM XLII.

1 My longing soul pants for

The thought refreshes me;

my God,

Sweet praise my soul shall him afford
Until his face I see.

2 For God the Lord my soul does thirst, As hart for water-brook;

When I approach my God at first,
O! may he smiling look.

3 By day and night my tears have been
Both meat and drink to me;
Continually God hath seen

Mine anguish great to be.

4 Deep sighs my soul pours daily forth
When I'm musing in distress;
Grief like a canker, or a moth,
My soul does quite oppress.
5 The Lord's-day I will holy keep,
Within his house with praise;

There, with the faithful Shepherd's sheep,
Learn all his precious ways.

6 My soul, O! why art thou cast down?
And why so sore dismay'd?
Trust yet in God, and him wait on
Who still will send thee aid.

7 O! why east down, my soul, when God So near is to thy call?

Why be dismay'd when Christ our head Is advocate for all?

8 Remember thou that Christ has died

Thy pardon to procure;

For thee was mock'd and crucified,
Thy ransom to secure.

9 Though thunder loud pass over me,
And water-spouts do fall,

And breaking waves now roaring flee,
Deep unto deep yet call;

10 The lovingkindness of the Lord
Will be renown'd alway;

The Christian's rock shall peace afford
Throughout eternal day.

11 My mourning, like a sword within,
It pierces to the bone;

O God! forgive my foes the sin
Of this great oppression.

12 O! why disquieted thus, my soul,
When God is still thy hope?

And why does grief o'er me control
When Jesus is my prop ?

13 But unto God, my rock, I'll pray :
O! why forget'st thou me?
Why let my troubles me dismay,
Who daily pray to thee?

14 O! yet I hope the Lord to praise,
Who is my health and strength;
That yet my soul with joy he'll raise,
And comfort give at length.

15 For ever blessed be our God,

Him I shall praise still give;
I'll hope to rise to his abode,
And in his kingdom live.

PSALM XLIII.

1 "HARK! how our heavenly Father Has sent his well-beloved Son, Commanding angels for ever

To worship the anointed One. 2" In mercy he will judge our cause, When before him we shall appear In judgment-day; when we arise How shall our guilty souls draw near ?” 3 But he the rock is of our strength, And the horn of our salvation; Lord! teach us here to walk by faith, In the way of thy redemption.

4 Then to God's altar I will go,

And sound my harp with melody;
My heart in unison shall flow
With grateful praise in psalmody.

5 For God the Father! God the Son!
And God the Holy Ghost! are three;
Whose spirits join, three in one,
And one in three, eternally.

6 Why then art thou cast down, my soul? O! why discouraged, and still sad? Confide in Christ, our all in all,

Who comfort yet will round thee spread.