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3 God to the just will aid afford,
Their only safeguard is the Lord;
Their strength in time of need is he;
Because on him they still depend,
The Lord will timely succour send,
And from the wicked set them free.

PSALM XL. (L. M.)

1 I WAITED meekly for the Lord, Till he vouchsaf'd a kind reply ; Who did his gracious ear afford, And heard from heav'n my humble cry. 2 Who can the wondrous works recount, Which thou, O God, for us hast wrought! The treasures of thy love surmount

The pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought.

3 Thus, wretched though I am and poor,
Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care;
Thou, God, who only canst restore,
To my relief with speed repair.

PSALM XLII. (c. M.)

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 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

5 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. (L. M.)

1 LET me with light and truth be blest, Be these my guides to lead the way, Till on thy holy hill I rest,

And in thy sacred temple pray.

2 Then will I there fresh altars raise To God, who is my only joy;

And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise,
Shall all my grateful hours employ.

3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

PSALM XLVI. (P. M.)

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,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.

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

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

3 Submit to God's almighty sway,
For him the heathen shall obey,

And earth her sov'reign Lord confess:
The God of hosts conducts our arms,
Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,
As to our fathers in distress.

PSALM XLVII. (L. M.)

1 O ALL ye people, clap your hands,
And with triumphant voices sing;
No force the mighty pow'r withstands
Of God, the universal King.

2 God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy and trumpet's sound; To him repeated praises sing,

And let the cheerful song go round.

3 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, For him, who all the world commands, Who sits upon his righteous throne,

And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands.

4 Our chiefs and tribes, that far from hence To serve the God of Abr'am came,

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Found him their constant sure defence: How great and glorious is his name!

PSALM XLVIII. (s. M.)

GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion, God is known

A refuge in distress,

How bright has his salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

4 Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold,
Where his own sheep have been.

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In every new distress

We'll to his house repair;

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

PSALM LI. (L. M.)

1 O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.

2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin :
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

4 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song!

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

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