PSALM XLII.-No. 2. HEARKEN, Lord, to my complaints, In the land I left behind, Where the streams of Jordan flow, Tempest-tost, my failing bark And my Why, my soul, art thou perplex'd? PSALM XLIII.-No. 3. [CONTINUATION OF PSALM XLII.] JUDGE me, Lord, in righteousness; Plead for me in my distress: Good and merciful Thou art, Bind this bleeding, broken heart; Cast me not despairing hence, Send thy light and truth to guide In thy tabernacles blest; There, to God, my chiefest joy, Why, my soul, art thou dismay'd? And his countenance divine Sheds the light of Heaven on thine. PSALM XLVI.-No. 1. GOD is our refuge and defence, In trouble our unfailing aid; Secure in his omnipotence, What foe can make our soul afraid? Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, His people smile amid the shock, They look beyond this transient world. There is a river pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; Where, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains. Built by the word of his command, With his unclouded presence blest, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand; There is our home, our hope, our rest. Thither let fervent faith aspire; Our treasure and our heart be there: Oh for a seraph's wing of fire! No, on the mightier wings of prayer, We reach at once the last retreat, And, ranged among the ransom'd throng, Fall with the Elders at his feet, Whose name alone inspires their song. Ah, soon, how soon! our spirits droop; Unwont the air of heaven to breathe: Yet God in very deed will stoop, And dwell Himself with men beneath. Come to thy living temples, then, As in the ancient times appear; Let earth be paradise again, And man, O God! thine image here. PSALM XLVI.-No. 2. COME and behold the works of God, Again he maketh wars to cease, He breaks the bow, unpoints the spear, PSALM XLVII. EXTOL the Lord, the Lord most high, Where'er the sea-ward rivers run, God is gone up with loud acclaim, Sing praises to our God! sing praise To every creature's King! His wondrous works, his glorious ways, All tongues, all kindred sing. God sits upon his holy throne, God o'er the heathen reigns; His truth through all the world is known, That truth his throne sustains. Princes around his footstool throng, Kings in the dust adore; Earth and her shields to God belong : PSALM XLVIII. JEHOVAH is great, and great be his praise; In the city of God He is King; Proclaim ye his triumphs in jubilant lays, On the mount of his holiness sing. The joy of the earth, from her beautiful height, Is Zion's impregnable hill; The Lord in her temple still taketh delight, At the sight of her splendour, the kings of the earth Fear seized them like pangs of a premature birth; Thou breakest the ships from the sea-circled climes, As our fathers have told of thy deeds, in their times, So, Lord, have we witness'd in ours. In the midst of thy temple, O God! hath our mind Remember'd thy mercy of old; Let thy name, like thy praise, to no realm be confined; Let the daughters of Judah be glad for thy love, For Thou wilt establish her seat from above, Go, walk about Zion, and measure the length, Then say to your children:-Our stronghold is tried; His people for ever his counsels shall guide, PSALM LI. HAVE mercy on me, O my God! Lord! in thy tender mercy, spare. |