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PSALM XLII. First Version. Merrick.
Absence from public Worship lamented.
So longs my Soul, O King of Kings, ,
When meet the Presence of my God? 2 When up fair Sion's high Ascent
The Tribes in long Procession went,
Exulting trod thy hallow'd Fane.
And whence the Woes that fill my Breast?
My sure Defence, my constant Aid.
Shall yet in sweet Remembrance rise ;
PSALM XLII. Second Version. TATE
When heated in the Chace,
And thy refreshing Grace.
My thirsty Soul doth pine ;
Thou Majesty divine.
Those happy Days present,
When I with Troops of pious Friends
Thy Temple did frequent.
My folemn Vows to pay,
That kept the feftal Day,
Trust God, who will employ
To thankful Hymns of Joy.
Hope ftill, and thou shalt sing
My God, to thee l. look ;
And taste the cooling Brook..
And meet my God again?
My Heart endures with Pain.
I think on antient Days ;
And all our Work was Praise.
Thy Sorrows can remove ;
Thy Truth afford its steady Ray,
2 Thy Mercies, to our Heart reveald,
A Theme of endless Transport yield;
In Time of War.
In our attentive Ears,
And elder Times, than theirs.
To them Salvation gave :
Their fainting. Troops could save :
Whose Succour they implor'd, Thy Presence with the chosen Race,
Who thy great Name ador'd. 4. As thee their God our Fathers own'd,
Thou art our Sov'reign King : Otherefore, as thou didit to them,
To us Deliv'rance bring..
When we in Fight engage:
And shame their caureless Rage.. 6 To thee the Triumph we'll ascribe,,
From whom Salvation came :.
And ever bless his Name.
In Time of War.
When hostile Pow'rs against us join,
What Aid fo present, Lord, as thine ? 2 By thee secur'd, no Fears we own,
Though Earth, convuls’d, beneath us groan,
And whirl her Hills into the Deep:
That Deep in all its Horrors rise,
The Mountains tremble at the Sound.
The God of Jacob is our Shield:
Where God has fix'd his awful Seat. 5 No Tempests there licentious stray,
But soft along their level Way
And crown with Health her happy Plain. 6 God, ever watchful, ever nigh,
Bids Storms around her harmless Aly;
And backward turns the yielding Bands. 7 See, rous'd by Discord's fierce Alarms,
The headlong Nations rush to Arms;
And Earth's whole Fabric melts away. 3 Behold fair Sion's bleft Retreat,
Where God has fix'd his awful Seat:
PSALM XLVI. First Version. Second Part.
Public Peace restored.
Behold a World with Slaughter spread;
2 'Tis his, again the Earth to chear,
To break the Bow, to snap the Spear,
And hush the Tumult of the War.
That I am God, and I alone :
Exalted o'er the Earth I stand. 4
I bind all Nature to my Will,
PSALM XLVI. Second Version. TATE.
Mercy, the later in Judgment.
In him undaunted we'll confide:
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 Sion, whose fair Tow'rs Shall mock th' Affaults of earthly Pow'rso:
While his almighty Aid is nigh. 3 In Tumults when the Heathen rag'd, And Kingdoms War against us wag’d,
He thunder'd and dispers’d their Pow'rs: The Lord of Hosts conducts our Arms, Our Tow'r of Refuge in Alarms,
Our Fathers Guardian God and ours. 4 Come, see the Wonders he hath wrought, On Earth what Desolation brought:
How he has calm’d the jarring World: He broke the warlike Spear and Bow; With them their thund'ring Chariots too Into devouring Flames were hurld.