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“ The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.

PSALM 41. L. M.

Charity to the poor. 1 LEST is the man whose bowels move,

And melt with pity to the poor ; Whose soul, by sympathising love,

Feels what his fellow saints endure. 2 His heart contrives, for their relief,

More good than his own hands can do:
He, in the time of gen’ral grief,

Shall find the Lord has bowels too. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth,

With secret blessings on his head ;
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,

Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or, if he languish on his couch,

God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heay’n.
PSALM 42. First Part. C. M.

Desertion and hope. 1

When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine :
0! when shall I behold thy face,

Thou majesty divine ?
3 Tears are my constant food, while thus

Insulting foes upbraid ;
“ Deluded wretch! where is thy God?

“ And where his promis'd aid ?”

A pants the bart for cooling streams,

4. 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now

I think on ancient days ;
Then to thy house did numbers go,

And all our work was praise.
5 But why's my soul sunk down so far

Beneath this heavy load ?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,

And sin against my God ?
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand,

Can all thy woes remove :
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.
PSALM 42. Second Part. L. M.

Hope in affliction.
MY

Y spirit sinks within me, Lord,

But I will call thy name to mind;
And times of past distress record,

When I have found my God was kind. 2 Hugh troubles with tumultuous noise

Swell like a sea, and round me spread ;
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my

head.
3 Yet will the Lord command his love,

When I address his throne by day,
Nor in the night his grace remove :

The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, " My God, my heav'nly Rock!

Why doth thy love so long forget “ The soul, that groans beneath thy stroke?' 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low;

Why should my soul indulge her grief?
Hope in the Lord, and praise him too ;
He is my rest, my sure relief,

6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still :

Thy word shall my best thoughts employ ;
And lead me to thine heav'nly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy.

PSALM 43. P. M.

Complaint mingled with hope.
1
My God, defend my cause

Against a host of foes :
O! save me from th' unjust,
Who triumph in my woes.

Why dost thou faint,
My trembling heart?
To God impart

Thy sad complaint.
2 Why dost thou, O my shield,

Desert me thus forlorn ?
Why, hated and oppress'd,
Thus bid me ceaseless mourn?

To God I fly;
In God I'll trust,
When low in dust

My head shall lie.
3 Now to thy sacred house
With joy direct

my

feet;
Where saints, with morning vows,
In full assembly meet.

Thy power divine
Shall there be shown,
And from thy throne

Thy mercy shine.
4 O! send thy light abroad :

Thy truth with heav'nly ray
Shall lead my soul to God;
And guide my doubtful way.

I'll hear thy word
With faith sincere,
And learn to fear

And praise the Lord.
5 There reach thy bounteous hand,

And all my sorrows heal;
There health and strength divine
0! make my bosom feel.

Like balmy dew,
Shall Jesus' voice
My bones rejoice,

My strength renew. 6 Then in thy holy hill,

Before thine altar, Lord,
My harp and song shall sound
The glories of thy word.

Henceforth to thee,
O God of grace,
A hymn of praise

My life shall be.
7 My soul, awake to joy,

And triumph in the Lord,
My health, my hope, my song,
And my divine reward.

Ye fears remove ;
No more I mourn ;
But blest, return
To sing his love.

PSALM 44. C. M.
The Church's complaint in persecution.
LORD, we have heard thy works of old

Thy works of pow'r and grace ; When to our ears our fathers told

The wonders of their days :

2 How thou did'st build thy churches here,

And make thy gospel known; Among them did thine arm appear,

Thy light and glory shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day,

And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray,

And grace was all their song. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,

Confusion fills our face ;
To hear the enemy blaspheme,

And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,

Nor falsely dealt with heav'n ;
Nor have our steps declin'd the road

Of duty thou hast giv’n.
6 Tho' dragons all around us roar,

With their destruetive breath; And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,

Hard by the gates of death. 7 We are expos'd all day to die,

As martyrs for thy cause ;
As sheep for slaughter, bound we lie,

By sharp and bloody laws.
8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord !
Why sleeps thy wonted

grace

? Why should we look like men abhorr'd

Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,

And still neglect our cries ? For ever hide thy heav'nly love

From our afflicted eyes ? 10 Down to the dust our souls are bow'd

And lie upon the ground;

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