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4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
5' But why's my soul sunk down so far
6 Hope in the *Lord, whose mighty hand,
PSALM 42. Second Part. L. M.
1 "1%/T Y spirit sinks within me, Lord,
But I will call thy name to mind;
2 Hugh troubles with tumultuous noise
3 Yet will the Lord command his love,
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:
1 ~\/W Y God, defend my cause
Why dost thou faint,
2 Why dost thou, O my shield,
To God I fly;
3 Now to thy sacred house
Thy power divine
4 O! send thy light abroad:
5 There reach thy bounteous hand,
Like balmy dew,
6 Then in thy holy hill,
My harp and song shall sound
Henceforth to thee,
O God of grace,
A hymn of praise
My life shall be.
7 My soul, awake to joy,
Ye fears remove;
PSALM M. C. M.
2 How thou did'st build thy churches here,,
And make thy gospel known;
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame^
Confusion fills our face;
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n;
6 Tho' dragons all around us roar,
With their destruetive~breath;
7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy cause;
8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord!
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
10 Down to the dust our souls are bow'd
And lie upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
PSALM 45. First Part. L. M.
2 O'er all the sons of human race,
3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord! Gird on the terror of thy sword!
In majesty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness at thy side.
4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
6 O God, thy God has richly shed