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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;
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3 If he, in languishing estate, Thesion Oppress'd with sickness lie;

The LORD will easy make his bed,

And inward strength supply. 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God, Val and I thus my prayer address'd;

"LORD, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
ve Though I have much transgress’d."
5 Thy tender care secures my life
Ego From danger and disgrace;

And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still
10 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.

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6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ?

Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,

Thy health's eternal spring.

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1 AS pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,

Thát 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!

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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.

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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.

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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:
B Therefore did God, thy God, on thee

The oil of gladness shed;
And has, above thy fellows round,
Advanced thy lofty head.

PSALM 40. II. 2.

From the xlvi. Psalm of David.
I GOD is our refuge in distress,
A present help when dangers press,

In 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,
10 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.

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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.

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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.

2 Our God shall come, and keep no more Misconstrued silence as before,

But wasting flames before him send; Around shall tempests fiercely rage, Whilst he does heaven and earth engage

His just tribunal to attend.
3 Assemble all my saints to me,
(Thus runs the great divine decree,

That in my lasting covenant live,
And offerings bring with constant care:
The heavens his justice shall declare,

For God himself shall sentence give.

II. 2.

PART II. 1 ATTEND, my people; Israel, hear; Thy strong accuser I 'll appear;

Thy God, thine only God am I: 'T is not of offerings I complain, Which, daily in my temple slain,

My sacred altar did supply
2 The sacrifices I require
Are hearts which love and zeal inspire,

And vows with strictest care made good:
In time of trouble call on me,
And I will set thee safe and free,

And thou shalt praise thy gracious God.
3 Consider this, ye thoughtless men !
My vengeance shall not fall in vain,

And none will dare your cause to own:
Who praises me due honor gives,
And to the man that justly lives

My strong salvation shall be shown.

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I HAVE mercy, LORD, on me,

As thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppressid with loads of guilt,

Thy wonted mercy find. 2 Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see

How great my guilt has been. 3 Against thee, LORD, alone,

And only in thy sight,
Have I transgress'd; and, though condemn'd,

Must own thy judgment right. 4 In guilt each part was form'd

of all this sinful frame; In guilt I was conceived, and born

The heir of sin and shame.

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