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When he's by Trouble compafs'd round, the Lord fhall give him Reft.

2 The Lord his Life, with Bleffings crown'd, in Safety shall prolong;

And disappoint the Will of those
that feek to do him Wrong.
3 If he in languishing Estate,

oppreft with Sickness lie;
The Lord will eafy make his Bed,
and inward Strength supply.

PSALM XLII.

IAS pants the Hart for cooling Streams,

when heated in the Chace;

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 thall I behold thy Face, thou Majefty divine!

3 Why reftless, why caftdown, my Soul? truft God, and he'll employ

His Aid for thee, and change these Sighs to thankful Hymns of Joy.

4 Why reftlefs, why caft down, my Soul?
hope ftill, and thou fhalt fing
The Praife of him, who is thy God,
thy Health's eternal Spring.

PSALM XLIII.

1 LET me with Light and Truth be bleft; be these my Guides to lead the Way,

Till on thy holy Hill I reft, and in thy facred Temple pray. 2 Then will I there fresh Altars raise to God, who is my only Joy;

And well-tun'd Harps, with Songs of Praise, fhall all my grateful Hours employ. 3 Why then caft down, my Soul? and why fo much opprefs'd with anxious Care? On God, thy God, for Aid rely, who will thy ruin'd State repair.

PSALM XLIII. O. V.

I Lord, fend out thy Light and Truth,
and lead me with thy Grace;

Which may conduct me to thy Hill,
and to thy Dwelling-Place:

2 Then fhall I to thy Altar go,

with Joy to worship there:

And on my Harp give Thanks to thee,
O God, my God most dear.

3 Why art thou then fo fad, my Soul,
and frett'ft thus in my Breaft?
Still trust in God; for him to praise
I hold it always best.

4 By him I have Deliverance

from all my Pain and Grief; He is my God who doth always at Need fend me Relief.

PSALM XLIV.

AWAKE, arife; let seeming Sleep no longer thee detain ;

Nor

Nor let us, Lord, who fue to thee,
forever fue in Vain.

2 O! wherefore hideft thou thy Face
from our afflicted State;

Whose Souls and Bodies fink to Earth, with Grief's oppreffive Weight? 3 Arife, O Lord, and timely Halte to our Deliv'rance make; Redeem us, Lord ;---if not for ours, yet for thy Mercy's Sake.

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PSALM XLVI.

GOD is our Refuge in Distress;

A present Help when Dangers prefs; To him, undaunted, we'll confide;

Tho' Earth were from her Center tofs'd, And Mountains in the Ocean loft,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring Tide.
2 A gentler Stream with Gladness ftill,
The City of our Lord fhall fill,
The royal Seat of God moft high:

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God dwells in Sion, whofe fair Tow'rs, Shall mock th' Affaults of earthly Pow'rs, While his almighty Aid is nigh. In Tumults when the People rag'd,

And Kingdoms War against us wag'd, He thunder'd, and difpers'd their Pow'rs: The Lord of Hofts conducts our Arms, Our Tow'r of Refuge in Alarms,

Our Father's Guardian-God, and ours. 4 Submit to God's almighty Sway; For him the Heathen thall obey, E

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And Earth her fov'reign Lord confess:
The Lord of Hofts conducts our Arms,
Our I ow'r of kefuge in Alarms,
As to our Fathers in Distress.

PSALM XLVII.

IO All ye People, clap your Hands,
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and with triumphant Voices fing;
No Force the mighty Pow'r withstands
of God, the univerfal King.

2 God is gone up, our Lord and King,
with Shouts of Joy and Trumpet's Sound;
To him repeated Praises fing,

and let the cheerful Song go round. 3 Your utmoft Skill in Praite be shewn, for him who all the World commands, Who fits upon his righteous Throne, and spreads his Sway o'er Heathen Lands.

PSALM

XLVII. Ů. V.

YE People all, with one Accord,

clap Hands, fhout and rejoice; Be glad, and fing unto the Lord, with sweet and pleasant Voice. 2 For high the Lord and dreadful is, his Wonders manifold;

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A mighty King he is likewife, in all the Earth extoll'd:

Our God afcend.d up on high with joy and plealant Noife.

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The Lord goes up above the Sky with Trumpet's royal Voice.

4 Sing Praises to our God, fing Praise, fing Praises to our King:

For God is King of all the Earth, all fkilful Praifes fing.

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Hath fent his Summons all abroad,
From dawning Light, 'till Day declines,
The lift'ning Earth his Voice hath heard,
And he from Šion hath appear'd,
Where Beauty in Perfection shines.
2 Attend, my People: Ifr'el, hear;
Thy ftrong Accufer I'll appear;
Thy God, thy only God, am I;
'Tis not of Off'rings I complain,
Which, daily in my Temple flain,
My facred Altar did fupply.

3 Think'ft thou that I have any Need
On flaughter'd Bulls and Goats to feed,
To eat their Flesh, and drink their Blood?
The Sacrifices I require,

Are Hearts which Love and Zeal inspire,
And Vows with ftricteft Care made good.

4 In Time of Trouble call on me,

And I will fet thee safe and free;
And thou Returns of Praise fhalt make :
But to the Wicked thus faith God,
How dar't thou teach my Laws abroad,
Or in thy Mouth my Cov'nant take?
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