7 My God, my soul's cast down in me;
Thee therefore mind I will

From Jordan's land, the Hermonites,
And e'en from Mizar's hill.

8 At noise of Thy dread waterspouts,
Deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves pass over me,
Yea, and Thy billows all.

9 Oh why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why thus with grief opprest,
Art thou disquieted in me?

In God still hope and rest:

10 For yet I know I shall Him praise, Who graciously to me,

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The health is of my countenance,
Yea, mine own God is He.

Scotch Version, 1641, a.

PSALM 42. VERSION II. C. M.

AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,

So pants 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, wert nigh:
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.

4 Oh why art thou cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is Thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

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JUDGE

UDGE me, O Lord, to Thee I fly,
New foes and fears my spirit try;
Plead Thou my cause, my soul sustain,
And let the wicked rage in vain.

2 The mourner's refuge, Lord, Thou art; Wilt thou not take Thy suppliant's part? Wilt Thou desert, and lay me low,

The scorn of each insulting foe?

3 Send forth Thy light and truth once more; To Thy blest house my steps restore: Again Thy presence let me see,

And find my joy in praising Thee.

4 Arise, my soul, and praise Him now;
The Lord is good, be faithful thou:
His nature changes not like thine;
Believe, and soon His face will shine.

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UR ears have heard, O glorious God,
What work Thou didst of old;
And how the heathen felt Thy rod
Our fathers oft have told.

2 'Twas not Thy people's arm or sword,
But only Thy right hand,

Which scatter'd all the race abhorr'd,
And gave Thy tribes their land.

3 Thou hadst a favour to the seed
Which sprang of Jacob's line,
And still on men afore decreed
Doth love electing shine.

4 These shall the heritage obtain,
And drive out every sin;

E'en death and hell shall rage

They must the conquest win.

in vain,

5 From grace alone their strength shall spring,
Nor bow nor sword can save;
To God alone their Lord and King,
Shall all their banners wave.

6 Awake, O Lord of Thine elect,
Achieve Thy great design;
Thy saints from Thee alone expect
Salvation's light to shine.

7 In Thee alone we make our boasts,
And glory all day long,

Arise at once, thou Lord of hosts,
And fill our mouth with song.

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.

PSALM 45. VERSION I. C. M.

THOU that art the mighty One,
Thy sword gird on Thy thigh;

Ev'n with Thy glory excellent,
And with Thy majesty.

2 For meekness, truth and righteousness,
In state ride prosp'rously;

And Thy right hand shall Thee instruct
In things that fearful be.

3 Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart
Of foemen of the King;

And under Thy dominion's rule

The people down do bring.

4 For ever and for ever is,

O God, Thy throne of might;
The sceptre of Thy kingdom is
A sceptre that is right.

5 Thou lovest right, and hatest ill;
For God, Thy God, is He,
Above Thy fellows hath with oil
Of joy anointed Thee.

6 Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia,
A smell Thy garments had,
Out of the ivory palaces
Whereby they made Thee glad.

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PSALM 45.

WITH

Scotch Version, 1641, a.

VERSION II. 7.6.

ITH hearts in love abounding,
Prepare we now to sing

A lofty theme, resounding
Thy praise, Almighty King;
Whose love, rich gifts bestowing,
Redeem'd the human race;
Whose lips, with zeal o'erflowing,
Breathe words of truth and grace.

2 In majesty transcendent,

Gird on Thy conquering sword;
In righteousness resplendent,
Ride on, Incarnate Word.
Ride on, O King Messiah!
To glory and renown;
Pierced by Thy darts of fire,
Be every foe o'erthrown.
3 So reign, O God, in heaven,
Eternally the same,
And endless praise be given
To Thy almighty name.
Clothed in Thy dazzling brightness,
Thy church on earth behold;
In robe of purest whiteness,
In raiment wrought in gold.
4 And let each Gentile nation
Come gladly in Thy train,
To share her great salvation,
And join her grateful strain:
Then ne'er shall note of sadness
Awake the trembling string;
One song of joy and gladness
The ransom'd world shall sing.

Harriett Auber, 1829.

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8.7.4.

WARM with love my heart's inditing

Cherish'd thoughts on sacred things;

With my tongue like ready writing,
I'll extol the King of kings;
Of whose glory

Ev'ry saint and angel sings.