4 When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay,
Amidst the joyful sacred throng,
Which kept the festal day.

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, and he'll employ

His aid for thee, and change thy sighs
To hymns of sacred joy.

6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

PSALM XLIII. Long Metre.

TATE.

#or b

Complaint and Hope.

1 God of our strength, to thee we cry ; O let us not forgotten lie!

Oppress'd with sorrows and with care, To thy protection we repair. 2 O let thy light attend our way, Thy truth afford its steady ray! To Zion's hill direct our feet, To worship at thy sacred seat. 3 Thy praise, O God, shall tune the lyre, Thy love our joyful song inspire; To thee, our cordial thanks be paid, Our sure defence, our constant aid. 4 Why then dejected and distrest? And whence the grief that fills our breast? In God we'll hope, and to him raise

A monument of endless praise.

Altered from MERRICK:

PSALM XLIV. Common Metre.

In Time of War.

X or b

1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days perform'd, -
And in more ancient years.

2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword, "To them salvation gave;

'Twas not their number, nor their strength,
That did their country save.

3 By thy right hand, thy pow'rful arm,
Whose succour they implor'd,
Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name ador'd.

4 As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art still our King;

O therefore, as thou didst to them,'
To us deliv'rance bring.

5 We will not trust our sword nor bow,
When we in war engage;

But thee, who canst subdue our foe,
And calm their haughty rage.

6 To thee the glory we'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God our shield we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

TATE varied.
PSALM XLV. First Part. L. M. *
The Glory of Christ and the Power of his Gospel.
1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing
The glories of my Saviour King;
My tongue shall all his worth proclaim,
And speak the honours of his name.

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 thy sharp victorious sword; In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce thy foes of stubborn heart; Or words of inercy, kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

5 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. 6 Thy Father, God, hath richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head; And with his sacred Spirit blest His first born Son above the rest. * See Hebrews, i. 8.

PSALM XLV. Sec. Part. L. M.

Christ and his Church.

WATTS.

1 THE King of Saints, how fair his face! Adorn'd with majesty and grace! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love. 2 At his right hand our eyes behold The church, array'd in purest gold; The world admires her heav'nly dress, Her robes of joy and righteousness, 3 He forms her graces like his own, He calls and seats her near his throne:

Then let thy wand'ring heart forget
The idols of thy native state.
4 So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the object of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
He is thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies;
And all thy sons, a num'rous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign!
6 Let endless honours crown his head,
Let ev'ry age his praises spread;
Whilst we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

PSALM XLVI. Long Metre.

Praise for national Peace.

WATTS.

*

1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies, A word of thy almighty breath Can sink the world, or bid it rise; Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. 2 When angry nations rush to arms, And rage and noise and tumult reign, When war resounds its dire alarms, And slaughter spreads the crimson plain; 3 Thy sov'reign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their Thy word the angry nations own, [pow'r; And noise and war are heard no more. 4 Then peace returns with balmy wings, Reviving commerce spreads her sails,

The fields are green, and plenty sings
Responsive o'er the hills and vales.

5 Thou good and wise and righteous Lord,
All move subservient to thy will;
Both peace and war await thy word
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.

6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore;
O may our hearts and lives and tongues
Confess thy goodness, and adore!

" Mrs. STEELE.

PSALM XLVI. Six Line L. M.

War and Peace.

X or b

1 God is our refuge in distress,
A present help when dangers press;
In him undaunted we'll confide;
Though earth were from her centre tost,
And mountains in the ocean lost,
Dissolv'd by ev'ry rising tide.

2 A gentle stream with gladness still
The city of our God shall fill,

The sacred seat of God most high : God dwells in Zion, whose fair tow'rs Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs, Whilst his almighty aid is nigh.

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

1

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

Our fathers' guardian God, and ours.