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4 Tis with a mournful pleasure now,
I think of former days,
And throng'd the holy ways.
To taste the joys sublime,
And kept the holy time.
The Lord his church can raise,
And millions shout his praise.
Restrains the raging seas,
PSALM 42. Part 1. L. M.
Longing after God:
The cooling shade or wat'ry brink;
The 'immortal streams of life to drink.
When shall I see his glory near?
And in his blissful sight appear?
I weep at night till life is faint,
Where is thy God, thou suffering saint?
* To illume, to enlighten.
“ Now let my soul with grief dissolve,
For I shall see my God no more. 5 Once with the multitude I went,
To praise my God was sweet employ, The sacred day was gladly spent,
With voice of mirth and songs of joy. 6 My soul is deep in sorrow cast,
And grief my throbbing bosom fills, To think of days for ever past,
Gone down behind the western hills." 7 But why, my soul, art thou deprest?*
Thy weeping voice to transport raise,
PSALM 42. Part 2. L. M.
Bu I 'll recall thy name to mind,
When oft I prov'd my Savior kind. 2 Afflictions with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a flood and round me spread,
And roli tremendous o'er mine head. 3 My soul is fill'd with gloomy doubts,
Loud as the waves my sorrows roll;
Have overwhelm'd my sinking soul. 4 Eternal God, should I come short,
Or faint beneath thy chastening rod,
And ask insulting, "where is God?” Deprest, cast down, dejected. + To retort, to throw back a temptation after strong cxercises of faith.
5 I'll say of God,“ behold my Rock,
In vain the billows round me rave, Fearless I stand the dreadful shock
And trust almighty power to save.” 6 The Lord will sovreign grace display,
For mercy sure is God's delight; He hears my mourning all the day,
And gives me songs of joy by night. 7 Then why, my soul, this heavy gloom?
What means this inward anxious strife? Revive as in thy youthful bloom,
And hope in God, who gave thee lise. 8 Let songs of praise my lips employ,
Ye murmuring thoughts for ever cease, God is my most exceeding joy, My life, my comfort and my peace.
PSALM 43. C. M.
Safety in divine protection. 1 ETERNAL Judge, my cause maintain,
The 'ungodly world control, Against the false, the proud and vain,
Defend my righteous soul.
Why dost thou cast us off?
To hear the ’uppressor scoff! 3 Send thy victorious light afar,
Now let the gospel run,
Break forth eternal sun.
And like a polar guide,
Where Christ and saints reside.
5 I would frequent thine altar, Lord,
My most exceeding joy;
Shall well my tongue employ. 6 Then why, my soul, art thou deprest,
Beneath the tyrant's rod?
PSALM 44. Part 1. C. M. National prosperity and degi neracy. 1 OUR ears, O God, have heard of old,
Thy sovreign works and ways, When to their sons the fathers told
The wonders of their days.
A large and liberal grant;
Thou here dids't Israel plant.
That drove the natives hence;
Tbine arm was our defence.
Like fire the gospel ran,
Its endless course began.
To darkness fașt we verg'd;* At thy command the nation rose,
From night our sun emerg'd,t 6 We saw thy wond'rous power to save,
When in thy dreadful name, * To verge, to tend downward, to approach. f To emerge, to arise from obscurity,
A feeble band invaders drave,
And turn'd them back with shame. 7 In God we boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
And strike the plaintive* chord,
And fools reproach the Lord.
As sheep to slaughter given,
To shameful dungeons driven.
Hast thou thy people gold?
Exchanging grace for gold?
And mournful our complaints;
PSALM 44. Part 2. C. M.
Persecution complained of.
O'erwhelm'd in shades of death,
With loud destructive breath.
And thus from God depart,
* Plaintive, complaining.