6 This fruitless search no more be mine,

Such hopes I now recal;

My earthly prospects I resign,
And make my God my all.

WATTS.

PSALM XL. First Part. C. M. b

Deliverance from great Distress.

1 I WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry;
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.
2 Sunk in the depths of sore distress,
And all my struggles vain ;
When human help seem'd daily less,
He rais'd me up again.

3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new, thankful song.

4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad,
The saints with joy shall hear;
And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

5 What mercies fill my wondering view! How many, and how great!

Life is too short, and words too few,
Their numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
With hope I'll never part,
For God beholds my heavy wo,
And bears me on his heart.

WATTS.

PSALM XL. Sec. Part. C. M.

The Divine Mission and Sacrifice of Christ.

1 THUS saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt offerings o'er ;

"In dying goats and bullocks slain,

My soul delights no more.

2 Then spake the Saviour," Lo, I'm here, My God, to do thy will;

"Whate'er thy sacred books declare,

"Thy servant shall fulfil."

3 And see, the blest Redeemer comes,
Th' eternal Son appears;

And at th' appointed time assumes
The body God prepares !

4 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,
And much his truth he show'd;
And preach'd the way of righteousness,
Where great assemblies stood.

5 His Father's honour touch'd his heart,
He pitied sinners' cries;
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,
Was made a sacrifice.

6 No blood of beasts on altars shed
Could cleanse from guilt within;
But the one sacrifice he made,
Atones for all our sin.

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7 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook ;
Thus, by the woman's promis'd seed,
The serpent's head was broke.

WATTS.

PSALM XLI. Long Meire.
Charity rewarded.

1 BLEST is the man, whose tender care
Relieves the poor in their distress ;
Whese pity wipes the widow's tear,
Whose hand supports the fatherless.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hand can do ;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head;
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

WATTS.

PSALM XLII. Common Metre. # or b

The Pleasure of Publick Worship.

1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;

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 shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?

3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,

When I, with my religious friends,
Thy temple did frequent.

4 When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay,
Amidst the joyful sacred throng,
Which kept the festal day.

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, and he'll employ

His aid for thee, and change thy sighs
To hymns of sacred joy.

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.

TATE.

PSALM XLIII. Long Metre. or b
Complaint and Hope.

1 GOD of our strength, to thee we cry,
O let us not forgotten lie!

Oppress'd with sorrows and with care,
To thy protection we repair.

2 O let thy light attend our way,
Thy truth afford its steady ray!
To Zion's hill direct our feet,
To worship at thy sacred seat.

3 Thy praise, O God, shall tune the lyre,
Thy love our joyful song inspire;
To thee, our cordial thanks be paid,
Our sure defence, our constant aid.

4 Why then dejected and distrest?
And whence the grief that fills our breast?
In God we'll hope, and to him raise

A monument of endless praise..

Altered from MERRICK,

PSALM XLIV. Common Metre. # or b
In Time of War.

1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days perform'd,
And in more ancient years.

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2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword To them salvation gave;

'Twas not their number, nor their strength
That did their country save.de

3 By thy right hand, thy powerful arm,
Whose succour they implor'd,'
Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name ador'd.

4 As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art still our King;

O therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

5 We will not trust our sword nor bow,
When we in war engage;

But thee, who canst subdue our foe,
And calm their haughty rage.

6 To thee the glory we'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came ;
In God our shield we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

TATE varied.

PSALM XLV. First Part. L. M.

The Glory of Christ and the Power of his Gospel.
1 NOW be my heart inspir'd to sing.
The glories of my Saviour King;
My tongue shall all his worth proclaim,
And speak the honours of his name.