The foe insults without control, "And where's your God at last?' Then to thy house did numbers go, 5 But why, my soul, sink down so far PSALM 42. SECOND PART. L. M. MY spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And say, "My God, my heavenly Rock! 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; 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still; JUDGE me, O God, and plead my cause 2 On thee my steadfast hope depends, 3 Oh send thy light to guide my feet, And my triumphant song shall praise 5 Sink not, my soul, beneath thy fear, For I shall live to praise the Lord, PSALM 44. C. M. ORD, we have heard thy works of old, Lo Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days. 2 They saw the beauteous churches rise, The spreading gospel run; While light and glory from the skies 3 In God they boasted all the day, pray, 4 But now our souls are seized with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, 6 Though dragons all around us roar And thine own hand has bruised us sore, 7 We are exposed all day to die, 8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? 9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off, 10 Down to the dust our soul is bowed, Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, We plead the honours of thy name, PSALM 45. FIRST PART. C. M. 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, 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Thy terror shall strike through thy foes, 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, 5 Justice and truth attend thee still, And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill N PSALM 45. SECOND PART. L. M. TOW 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 far 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 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy kind and sweet Shalt 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, But grace and justice thy delight. 6 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. THE PSALM 45. THIRD PART. L. M. HE King of saints, how fair his face, 2 At his right hand our eyes behold 3 He forms her beauties like his own, 4 So shall the King the more rejoice |