3 Tears are my constant food, while thus Insulting foes upbraid :

"Deluded wretch! where's now thy God? And where's His promis'd aid?"

4 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I with troops of pious friends
Thy temple did frequent.

PSALM XLVI.

P. M.

1 GOD is our refuge in distress,
A present help when dangers press;
In Him, undaunted, we'll confide,
Tho' earth were from her centre tost,
And mountains in the ocean lost,

Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide.

2 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill,

The royal seat of God most high: God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs, While His almighty aid is nigh.

3 In tumults, when the heathen rag'd, And kingdoms war against us wag'd,

He thunder'd and dispers'd their pow'rs. The Lord of Hosts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

Our father's guardian God, and ours.

4 Come see the wonders He hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;

How He has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them the thund'ring chariots too Into devouring flames were hurl'd.

PSLAM XLVII.

P. M.

1 LET all, with glad accord,
The voice of triumph raise;
With hymns adore their Lord,
And loudly sing His praise;
Who from above

His lightning flings,
The King of kings
The God of love.

2 In glory He ascends ;

Loud let the trumpet blow;

To earth's remotest ends
Loud let our praises flow;
For God is King
Of all the earth;
With holy mirth
His praises sing.

3 He o'er the heathen reigns,
Placed on His heavenly throne;
All, whom the earth sustains,
Shall worship Him alone:

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His shield extends

In their defence;
His excellence

All height transcends.

PSALM XLVIII.

C. M.

1 THE Lord is great, and great His praise,

To be exalted still,
Within the city of our God,
Upon His holy hill.

2 Mount Zion, joy of all the earth,
His presence shall secure;
God in her palaces is known,
A refuge strong and sure.

3 Assembled now with one accord,
Within thy temple's gate,
We for thy loving-kindness, Lord,
Here in thy presence wait.

1 HAVE merey, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd with deepest guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

2 Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt has been.

3 Make me to hear with joy Thy kind forgiving voice;

That so the bones which Thou hast broke
May with fresh strength rejoice.

4 Withdraw not Thou thy help,
Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy holy spirit take
Its everlasting flight.

PSALM LI. Second Version.

L. M.

10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before Thee lie;
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.

2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

3 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.

3 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

PSALM LVII.

C. M.

1 AWAKE, my joy, awake, I say,
My luțe, my harp, and string;
And I myself before the day
Will rise, rejoice, and sing.

2 Among the people I will tell
The goodness of my God,

And shew His praise, that doth excel
In heathen lands abroad.

3 His mercy doth extend as far
As heavens all are high,
His truth as high as any star
That shineth in the sky.

PSALM LVII. Second Version. L. M.
1 AWAKE, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.

2 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the list'ning nations round:
Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.

3 Be Thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till Thou art here as there obey'd.