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

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So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;

O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ

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

God our hope in affliction.

AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave:
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.

The hand which now withholds my joys,
Can yet restore my peace;

And he, who bade the tempest roar,

Can bid the tempest cease.

In the dark watches of the night
I'll count his mercies o'er;

I'll praise him for ten thousand past,

And humbly sue for more.

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When darkness and when sorrows rose,

And press'd on every side,

The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,

And still has been my guide.

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Here will I rest, and build my hope,
Nor murmur at his rod;

He's more than all the world to me,

My health, my life, my God.

The glory and government of Christ.
NOW be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour-King:
Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!

O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
3 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Grace is the sceptre of thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.
God, thine own God, has richly shed,
His oil of gladness on thy head;

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And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.

PSALM 45.

PART 2.
The union of Christ and his church.
THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

At his right hand our eyes behold
The queen arrayed in purest gold;
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

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So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the favourite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord.
O happy hour when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign!

God a very present help in trouble.
1 GOD is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

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Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world;
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

The promises of God a sure ground of confidence.

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THERE is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

That sacred stream, thy holy word,
That all our raging fear controuls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

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Sion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with power.

PSALM 47.

The ascension and reign of Christ.
1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

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Jesus our God ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,

With trumpet's joyful sound.

While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song ;

Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

PSALM 48.

The presence of God in the sanctuary.

GREAT is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

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These temples of his

grace,

How beautiful they stand!

The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

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In every new distress,

We'll to his house repair;

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,

And seek deliverance there.

The God we worship now,

Will guide us till we die ;

Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

PSALM 50.

The last Judgment.

THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne,
Bids the whole earth draw nigh;

The nations near the rising sun,

And near the western sky.

Heaven from above his call shall hear,
Attending angels come;

And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.

"But gather all my saints," he cries,
"That made their peace with God,

"By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

"And seal'd it with his blood.

"Their faith and works brought forth to light
"Shall make the world confess,
'My sentence of reward is right,
"And heaven adore my grace."

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Supplication for mercy.

1 HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,

As thou wert ever kind;

Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.