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And others, to his worship brought,
or thee, my God, the living God, y thirsty soul doth pine; when shall I behold thy face, hou Majesty Divine? ars are my constant food, while thus sulting foes upbraid; luded wretch! where's mow thy God? And where his promis'd aid?” sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts hose happy days present, en I, with troops of pious friends, hy temple did frequent. en I advanc'd with songs of praise, y solemn vows to pay, | led the joyful sacred throng hat kept the festal day. Why restless, why cast down, my soul? rust God; who will employ aid for thee, and change these sighs o thankful hymns of joy. sy soul’s cast down, O God! but thinks In thee and Sion still; ym Jordan's bank, from Hermon’s heights, ind Mizar's humbler hill. one trouble calls another on, ind, gath'ring o'er my head, l spouting down, till round my soul roaring sea is spread. ut when thy présence, Lord of life, las once dispell'd this storm, thee I’ll midnight anthems sing, ind all my vows perform.
My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,
lin boaster, where is now thy God? In God we will rejoice all day,
soul? (ope still; and thou shalt sing praise of him who is thy God, hy health's etermal spring. PSALM XLIII.
Do thou assert my injur'd right; st me free, my God, from those hat in deceit and wrong delight. ince thou art still my only stay,
4 Them will I there fresh altars raise
When I in fight engage;
From whom the conquest came :
Why leav'st thou me in deep distress?
y go I mourning all the day, Whilst me insulting foes oppress 2
And ever bless his name. PART II. 9 But thou hast cast us off; and now ; Most shamefully we yield; For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead Our armies to the field: 10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe We turn our backs in fight; And with our spoil their malice feast, Who bear us ancient spite. 11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like sheep, Into their butch'ring hands; Or (what's more wretched yet) survive, Dispers'd through heathem lands.
et me with light and truth be 12 Thy people thou hast sold for
e these my guides to lead the way,
5 How sharp thy weapons are totion That dare thy pow'r despise! Down, down they fall, while tim their heart The feather'd arrow flies. 6 But thy firm throne, 0 God, is is For ever to endure; Thy sceptre's sway shall alwaysia: By righteous laws secure. 7. Because thy heart, by justiceled Did upright ways approve, And hated still the crooked paths, Where wand'ring sinners rove; Therefore did God, thy God, on the The oil of gladness shed; And has above thy fellows round Advanc'd thy lofty head. 3 with cassia, aloes, and myrrh, Thy royal robes abound; which, from the stately wardso brought, Spread grateful odours round. 9 Among the honourable train Did princely virgins wait; Thousen was placid at thyrightho In golden robes of state. PART II. 10 But thou, O royal bride, give eas, And to my words attend; Forget thy native country now, And ev'ry former friend. 11 so shall thy beauty cham to King, Nor shall his love decay; For he has now become thy Lord; To him due rev'rence pay. 12 The Tyrian matrons, proud, shall humble presents makes And all the wealthy nations sue Thy favour to partake. 13. The king's fair Daughter's so soul All inward graces fill; . Her raiment is of o" Adorn'd with costly ski 14 She in her nuptial garments dies with needles richly wrought, Attended by her virgin train, sham to the King be brought 15 with all the state of solemnjo The triumph moves along; Tisi, with wide gates, the royal court Receives the pompous throug 16 Thou, in thy royal Father's room Must princely sons expect; whom thou to diff'rent realmso send, To govern and protect; 17 whilst this my song to future" Transmits thy glorious namo And makes the world, with one como Thy lasting praise proclaim.
0D is our refuge in distress; A present help when dangers press; him, undaunted, we'll confide; Though earth were from her centre tost, mountains in the ocean lost, orn peace-meal by the roaring tide. gentler stream with gladness still city of our Lord shall fill, he royal seat of God most high: od dwells in Sion, whose fair tow’rs ll mock th’ assaults of earthly pow'rs, While his Almighty aid is migh. n tumults when the heathem rag’d, kingdoms war against us wag'd, e thunder'd, and dispers'd their pow'rs: he Lord of hosts conducts our arms, tow'r of refuge in alarms, ur fathers’ Guardian-God and ours. ome, see the wonders he hath wrought, earth what desolation brought; low he has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; th them their thund'ring chariot too nto devouring flames were hurl’d. Submit to God's Almighty sway; r him the heathem shall obey, |nd carth her Sov’reign Lord confess: The God of hosts conducts our arms, tow'r of refuge in alarms, 18 to our fathers in distress. PS ALM XLVII. ) ALL ye people, clap your hands, And with triumpliant voices sing: force the mighty Pow'r withstands of God, the universal King. 4 He shall opposing nations quell, ind with success our battles sight; ill fix the place where we must dwell, The pride of Jacob, his deliot.
With shouts of joy, and trumpets'
ur chiefs and tribes that far from;
hence 0 serve the God of Abr'am came, tnd him their constant sure defence: ow great and glorious is his mame! - PLALM XLVIII. HE Lord, the only God, is great, ...And greatly to be prais'd *ion, on whose happy mount, f$ $acred throne is rais'd.
2 Her tow’rs, the joy of all the earth,
ET all the list’ning world attend, i And my instruction hear; | Let high and low, and rich and poor, With joint consent give ear. 3 My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill'd, Shall good advice impart; The sound result of prudent thoughts, Digested in my heart. 4 to parables of weighty sense I will my ear incline; Whilst to joy tunesul harp I sing Dark words of deep design. 5 Why should my courage fail in times of danger and of doubt,
In heaps of treasure place,
When simmers, that would me supplant,
And boast in triumph, when they see
13 How great their folly is, who thus
20 For man, how great soe'er hissalo