Thus by the woman's promis'd Seed PSALM XLI. 1-3. (L. M.) 1 BLEST he, whose heart with pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes; Who to the poor man's want gives ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear. 2 In every want, in every woe, Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know; Thy care his life shall guard, thy hand To him shall give the promis'd land. 3 When languid with disease and pain, Thou, Lord, his spirit wilt sustain; Raise with thine arm his sinking head, And make in sickness all his bed. PSALM XLII. PART I. 1-5. (L. M.) 4 Then why, my soul, with care opprest? PSALM XLII. PART II. 6-11. (C. M.) 1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave: 2 The hand that now withholds my joys, 3 In the dark watches of the night I'll praise him for ten thousand past, 4 Here will I rest, and build my hopes, Nor murmur at his rod: He's more than all the world to me, PSALM XLV. 1-7. (L. M.) 1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour-King: Jesus the Lord! how heav'nly-fair His form! how bright his beauties are! 2 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace; Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy sword; In majesty and glory ride, With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; 6 God, thine own God, has richly shed PSALM XLVI. 1-7. (L. M.) 1 GOD is the refuge of his saints, 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 4 That sacred stream, thy holy word, PSALM XLVII. (C. M.) 1 OH for a shout of sacred joy To God, the sov'reign King! Let every land their tongues employ, 2 Jesus our God ascends on high! 3 While angels shout and praise their King, 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound; 5 In Israel stood his ancient throne; But now he calls the world his own, 6 The British islands are the Lord's; While powers & princes, shields & swords, Submit before his throne. PSALM XLVIII. 1-9. (s. M.) GREAT is the Lord our God, He makes his churches his abode, These temples of his grace, In Zion God is known, D 4 5 How bright hath his salvation shone Oft have our fathers told, How well our God secures the fold In every new distress We'll to his house repair; We'll think upon his wondrous grace, PSALM L. 1-6. (c. M.) 1 THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh; The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. 2 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come; Bright flames prepare his way: Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day. 3 Heav'n from above his call shall hear, And earth and hell shall know and fear 4" But gather all my saints," he cries, "And seal'd it with his blood. 5" Their faith and works brought forth to light "Shall make the world confess, My sentence of reward is right, |