When on my cross I'm lifted high, Or to my crown above the sky. 7 "The Spirit shall descend and show What thou hast done, and what I do; The wondering world shall learn thy grace, And all creation tune thy praise."

BLES

PSALM 41. L. M.

LEST is the man whose heart can move,
And melt with pity to the poor;
Whose soul, by sympathising love,
Feels what his fellow saints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief,
More good than his own hands can do ;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has mercy too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

WI

PSALM 42. FIRST PART. C. M.

WITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look ;

So pants the hunted hart to find

And taste the cooling brook.

2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;

The foe insults without control,

"And where's your God at last?'
4 "Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days:

Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

5 But why, my soul, sink down so far
Beneath this heavy load?
My spirit, why indulge despair,
And sin against my God?

6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.

MY

PSALM 42. SECOND PART. L. M. Y spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread : Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove: The night shall hear me sing and 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "My God, my heavenly Rock! Why doth thy love so long forget

pray.

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;
He is my rest, my sure relief.

6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still;
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy.
PSALM 43. C. M.

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 am I 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 thy altar, oh my God,
My joyful feet shall rise,

And my triumphant song shall praise
The God that rules the skies.

5 Sink not, my soul, beneath thy fear,
Nor yield to dark despair;

For I shall live to praise the Lord,
And bless his guardian care.

PSALM 44. C. M.

LORD, we have

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.

2 They saw the beauteous churches rise,

The spreading gospel run;

While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples 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.

4 But now our souls are seized with shame,

Confusion fills our face,

To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heaven;
Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast given:

6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,

And thine own hand has bruised us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.

7 We are exposed all day to die,
As martyrs for thy name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.

8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,

Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we seem like men abhorred Or banished from thy face?

9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?

For ever hide thine heavenly love
From our afflicted eyes?

10 Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;

Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.

11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;

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

PSALM 45. FIRST PART. C. M.
'LL speak the honours 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 thy 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.

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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.