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For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.

PSALM 42, Second Part, C. M.
Thirsting after God.

1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

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!
Oh! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord! wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blessed than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, and thou shalt sing

His praise again, and find him still
Thy health's eternal spring.

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PSALM 42, 7s.

Prayer and Hope in Affliction.

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EARKEN, Lord! to my complaints,
For my soul within me faints;

Thee, far off, I call to mind,

In the land I left behind,

Where the streams of Jordan flow,
Where the heights of Hermon glow.
2 Tempest-tossed, my failing bark
Founders on the ocean dark;
Deep to deep around me calls,
With the rush of water-falls;
While I plunge to lower caves,
Overwhelmed by all thy waves.

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Brought thy mercy to my sight,
And my wakeful song was heard
Later than the evening-bird;
Hast thou all my prayers forgot?
Dost thou scorn, or hear them not?
4 Why, my soul! art thou perplexed?
Why with faithless troubles vexed?

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Hope in God, whose saving name
Thou shalt joyfully proclaim,

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When his countenance shall shine,
Through the clouds that darken thine.

PSALM 43, C. M.

Prayer in Affliction.

1 JUDGE me, O God! and plead my cause
Against a sinful race

From vile oppression and deceit,
Secure me by thy grace.

2 On thee my steadfast hope depends;
And I am left to mourn?

To sink in sorrows, and in vain
Implore thy kind return?

3 Oh! send thy light to guide my feet,
And bid thy truth appear;
Conduct me to thy holy hill,
To taste thy mercies there.

4 Then to thine altar, O my God!
My joyful feet shall rise,

And my triumphant songs shall praise
The God, who rules the skies.

PSALM 43, H. M.

Commencement of public Worship.

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I turn my willing feet,

Where saints, with morning vows,

In full assembly meet:

Thy power divine

Shall there be shown,
And from thy throne
Thy mercy shine.

2 Oh! send thy light abroad;
Thy truth, with heavenly 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.

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3 Here reach thy gracious hand,
And all my sorrows heal;
Here health and strength divine,
Oh! make my bosom feel;
Like balmy dew,

Shall Jesus' voice

My heart rejoice, And strength renew. 4 Now in thy holy hill,

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Before thine altar, Lord!
My harp and song shall sound
The glories of thy word:
O God of grace!
Henceforth to thee,
My life shall be
A hymn of praise.

PSALM 43, 7s.

Prayer in Distress.

JUDGE me, Lord! in righteousness;

for me in my distress;

Good and merciful thou art;

Bind this bleeding, broken heart;
Cast me not despairing hence;

Be thy love my confidence.

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On thy holy hill to rest,

In thy courts for ever blest:
There to God, my hope, my joy,
Praise shall all my powers employ.

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Why of earth or hell afraid?

Trust in God; disdain to yield,
While o'er thee he casts his shield;
While his countenance divine
Sheds the light of heaven on thine.

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PSALM 44, C. M.

Complaint in Declension,

ORD! we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,

When to our ears our fathers told

The wonders of their days:

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2 How thou didst 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.

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To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.

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Our Saviour and our God!

We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

PSALM 45, First Part, L. M.
The Glory of Christ.

1 NOW be my heart inspired, to sing
The glories of my Saviour King;
Jesus, the Lord,-how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!

2 O'er all the sons of human race,
He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.

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 Thy throne, O God! for ever stands;
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right;
Justice and grace are thy delight.

5 God, thine own God, has richly shed.
His oil of gladness on thy head;
And, with his sacred Spirit, blest
His first-born Son above the rest.

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PSALM 45, Second Part, L. M.
Christ and his Church.

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He comes, with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen, arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 Oh! happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies;

And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each, like a prince, in glory reign.
4 Let endless honors crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we, with cheerful songs, approve
The condescensions of his love.

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PSALM 45, C. M.

Christ and his glorious Reign.

'LL speak the honors of my King,-
His form divinely fair;

None of the sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.

2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;

Thy God, with blessings infinite,

Hath crowned thy sacred head.

3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince!
Ride with majestic sway;

Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God! for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove

A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.

5 Justice and truth attend thee still,
But mercy is thy choice;

And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.