PSALM XLII. AS pants the hart for cooling streams For Thee, my God, the living God, O when shall I behold Thy face, Why restless, why cast down my soul? Trust God, who will employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy. Why restless, why cast down my soul? PSALM XLIII. JUST Judge of heav'n against my foes, Since Thou art still my only stay, Let me with light and truth be bless'd, Be these my guides, and lead the way, Till on thy holy hill I rest, And in Thy sacred temple pray. Then will I there fresh altars raise, And well tun'd harps with songs of praise, D PSALM XLVII. O ALL ye people clap your hands, He shall opposing nations quell, God is gone up, our Lord and King, And let the cheerful song rebound. Your utmost skill in praise be shewn, And spreads His sway o'er heathen lands. PSALM XLVIII. THE Lord, the only God, is great, According to His sov'reign name, His praise through earth extends; His pow'rful arm, as justice guides, Chastises or defends. Let Sion's mount with joy resound, This God is ours, and will be ours, Who as he has preserv'd us now, PSALM XLIX.-O. V. IF mortal man grow rich and great, For when he dies, of all these things His glory will not follow him, The lordly port of wicked men, Shall fade, and quite decay; When from their house into the pit, In woe they pass away. But God will all the just preserve, From death and future pain; Because He will, of His good grace, Their souls receive again. |