From the xl. Psalm of David.

1 I WAITED meekly for the LORD, Till he vouchsafed a kind reply; Who did his gracious ear afford,

And heard from heaven my humble cry.

2 The wonders he for me has wrought
Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise;
And others, to his worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.
3 For blessings shall that man reward,
Who on th' Almighty LORD relies;
Who treats the proud with disregard,
And hates the hypocrite's disguise.

4 Who can the wondrous works recount
Which thou, O GOD, for us hast wrought?
The treasures of thy love surmount

The power of numbers, speech, and thought. 5 I've learnt that thou hast not desired Offerings and sacrifice alone; Nor blood of guiltless beasts required For man's transgression to atone. 6 I therefore come-come to fulfil The oracles thy books impart; 'Tis my delight to do thy will, Thy law is written in my heart.

7 In full assemblies I have told

Thy truth and righteousness at large:
Nor did, thou know'st, my lips withhold
From uttering what thou gav'st in charge:

8 Nor kept within my breast confined

Thy faithfulness and saving grace;
But preach'd thy love, for all design'd,
That all might that and truth embrace.
9 Then let those mercies I declared
To others, LORD, extend to me;
Thy loving-kindness my reward,
Thy truth my safe protection be.

From the xli. Psalm of David.

1 HAPPY the man whose tender care
Relieves the poor distress'd!

When troubles compass him around,
The LORD shall give him rest.

2 The LORD his life, with blessings crown'd,
In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
That seek to do him wrong.

3 If he, in languishing estate,

Oppress'd with sickness lie;
The LORD will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
4 Secure of this, to thee, my GOD,
I thus my prayer address'd;
"LORD, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
Though I have much transgress'd."
5 Thy tender care secures my life
From danger and disgrace;

And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still
Before thy glorious face.

6 Let therefore Israel's LORD and GOD
From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause
With loud Amens express'd.

From the xlii. Psalm of David.

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 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.

4 GOD of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn;

Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?

5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid:
"Vain boaster, where is now thy Gon?
And where his promised aid ?"

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1 AS pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,
That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase,
So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings,
So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling place.

2 Why throb, my heart? why sink, my sadd'ning soul? Why droop to earth, with various woes oppress'd? My years shall yet in blissful circles roll,

And peace be yet an inmate of this breast.

3 LORD, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,

My heart shall gladden through the tedious day; And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night, To thee, my GOD, I'll tune the grateful lay. 4 Why faint, my soul? why doubt JEHOVAH's aid? Thy GoD the GOD of mercy still shall prove; Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid Unquestion'd be his faithfulness and love!

PSALM 38. L. M.

From the xliii. Psalm of David.

1 LET me with light and truth be bless'd; 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 39. C. M.

From the xlv. Psalm of David.

1 WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse, Indited by my heart,

My tongue is like the pen of him

That writes with ready art.

2 How matchless is thy form, O King!
Thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
Because fresh blessings GoD on thee
Eternally bestows.

3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince;
And, clad in rich array,

With glorious ornaments of power,
Majestic pomp display.

4 Ride on in state, and still protect
The meek, the just, and true;

Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge,
Does all thy foes pursue.

5 How sharp thy weapons are to them
That dare thy power despise!

Down, down they fall, while through their heart The piercing arrow flies.

3 But thy firm throne, O GOD, is fix'd,
For ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure.

7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
Did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths,
Where wand'ring sinners rove:

8 Therefore did GOD, thy God, on thee
The oil of gladness shed;
And has, above thy fellows round,
Advanced thy lofty head.

1 GOD is our refuge in distress,
A present help when dangers press,
În 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 gentler stream with gladness still The city of our LORD shall fill,

The royal seat of GoD most high:
GOD dwells in Sion, whose fair towers
Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers,
While his almighty aid is nigh.

3 Submit to GOD's almighty sway,
For him the Heathen shall obey,

And earth her sovereign LORD confess: The GoD of hosts conducts our arms,

Our tower of refuge in alarms,

As to our fathers in distress.

PSALM 41.

L.M.

From the xlvii. Psalm of David.

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

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2 He shall assaulting foes repel,
And with success our battles fight;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell,
The pride of Jacob, his delight.

3 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 rebound.

4 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.

From the xlviii. Psalm of David.

1 THE LORD, the only GoD, is great,
And greatly to be praised
In Sion, on whose happy mount
His sacred throne is raised.

2 In Sion we have seen perform'd
A work that was foretold,

In pledge that GOD, for times to come,
His city will uphold.

3 Let Sion's mount with joy resound;
Her daughters all be taught
In songs his judgments to extol,
Who this deliv'rance wrought,

4 Compass her walls in solemn pomp,
Your eyes quite round her cast;
Count all her towers, and see if there
You find one stone displaced.

5 Her forts and palaces survey,
Observe their order well;
That to the ages yet to come
His wonders you may tell.

6 This God is ours, and will be ours,
Whilst we in him confide;
Who, as he has preserved us now,
Till death will be our guide.

PSALM 43.

From the 1. Psalm of David,

PART I. II. 2.

1 THE LORD hath spoke, the mighty GoD
Hath sent his summons all abroad,

From dawning light till day declines:
The list'ning earth his voice hath heard,
And he from Sion hath appear'd,

Where beauty in perfection shines.