3 God to the just will aid afford, 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, PSALM XLII. (c. M.) 1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 2 For thee, my God, the living God, O when shall I behold thy face, 3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts When I with troops of pious friends 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? His aid for thee, and change these sighs 5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 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, 3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why PSALM XLVI. (P. M.) 1 GOD is our refuge in distress, Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide. 2 A gentle stream with gladness still The royal seat of God most high: 3 Submit to God's almighty sway, And earth her sov'reign Lord confess: PSALM XLVII. (L. M.) 1 O ALL ye people, clap your hands, 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, 1 2 Found him their constant sure defence: How great and glorious is his name! PSALM XLVIII. (s. M.) GREAT is the Lord our God, He makes his churches his abode, These temples of his grace, 3 In Zion, God is known A refuge in distress, How bright has his salvation shone 4 Oft have our fathers told, 5 In every new distress We'll to his house repair; We'll think upon his wondrous grace, PSALM LI. (L. M.) 1 O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, 2 Create my nature pure within, 3 A broken heart, my God, my King, The God of grace will ne'er despise 4 O may thy love inspire my tongue! And all my powers shall join to bless |