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The Soul thirsting for God. Ps. 42.

1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou majesty divine?

3 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I, with troops of pious friends,
Thy temple did frequent ;-

4 When I advanced with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful, sacred throng,
That kept the festal day.

5 One trouble calls another on,
And, bursting o'er my head,

Falls spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.

6 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispelled this storm,

To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.

7 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.

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The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42.
1 AS the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
So my soul, athirst for thee,
Pants the living God to see;
When, O, when, with filial fear,
Lord, shall I to thee draw near?

MONTGOMERY.

2 Why art thou cast down, my soul?
God, thy God, shall make thee whole;
Why art thou disquieted?

God shall lift thy fallen head,

And his countenance benign

Be the saving health of thine.

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FURNESS.

"As the Hart panteth after the Water-brooks, so panteth my Soul after thee, O God." Ps. 42.

1 HERE is a world of doubt,

A sorrowful abode;

O, how my heart and flesh cry out

For thee, the living God!

2 As for the water-brooks

The hart, expiring, pants,
So for my God my spirit looks,
Yea, for his presence faints.

3 I know thy joys, O earth,

The sweetness of thy cup;
Oft have I mingled in thy mirt.,
And trusted in thy hope.

4 But, ah, how woes and fears

Those hollow joys succeed!

That cup of mirth is mixed with tears,
That hope is but a reed.

5 What have I then below,

Or what but thee on high?

Thee, thee, O Father, would I know,
And in thee live and die!

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1 O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,

A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

COWPER

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

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1 THE heavens invite mine eye;
The stars salute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn, to lie
Thus groveling on the ground.

2 My warmer spirits move,

WATTS.

And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love
To raise me swift and high,
3 Beyond those crystal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls;
They're but the porches to thy courts,
And paintings on thy walls.

4 Vain world, farewell to you;
Heaven is my native air;
I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.

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WATTS.

A Sight of God mortifies us to the World.

1 UP to the fields where angels lie, And living waters gently roll,

Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Had I a glance of thee, my God,

Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,Vanish as though I saw them not,

As a dim candle dies at noon.

3 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf
While rattling thunders round us roar.

4 Great All in all, eternal King,

Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

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Doddridge.

Glorying in God alone.

1 THE righteous Lord, supremely great,
Maintains his universal state;

O'er all the earth his power extends;
All heaven before his footstool bends.

2 No more, ye wise, your wisdom boast;
No more, ye strong, your valor trust;
Nor let the rich survey his store,
Elate with heaps of shining ore.

3 Glory, my soul, in this alone,

That God, thy God, to thee is known,
That thou hast owned his sovereign sway,
That thou hast felt his cheering ray.

4 My wisdom, wealth, and power, I find
In one, Jehovah, all combined;
On him I fix my roving eyes,
Till all my soul in rapture rise.

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