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PSALM 40. Third Part. L.M.
Christ our sacrifice. (cont.)

8	The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, "Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."

PSALM 41. L.M.
Charity to the poor.

1	BLEST is the man whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor; Whose soul, by sympathising love, Feels what his fellow saints endure.
2	His heart contrives, for their relief, More good than his own hands can do: He, in the time of gen'ral grief, Shall find the Lord has bowels 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 forgiv'n; Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav'n.

PSALM 42. First Part. C.M.
Desertion and hope.

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	Tears are my constant food, while thus    Insulting foes upbraid; "Deluded wretch! where is thy God?    "And where his promis'd aid?"

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PSALM 42. First Part. C.M.
Desertion and hope. (cont.)

4	'Tis with a mournful pleasure now    I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go,    And all our work was praise.
5	But why's my soul sunk down so far    Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair,    And sin against my God?
6	Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand,    Can all thy woes remove: For I shall yet before him stand,    And sing restoring love.

PSALM 42. Second Part. L.M.
Hope in affliction.

1	MY spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind; And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind.
2	Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head.
3	Yet will the Lord command his love. When I address his throne by day. Nor in the night his grace remove: The night shall hear me sing and pray.
4	I'll cast myself before his feet. And say, "My God, my heav'nly Rock! "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul, that groans beneath thy stroke?"
5	I'll chide my heart that sinks so low; Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief.