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PSALM 44. C.M.
The Church's complaint in persecution. (cont.)

2	How thou did'st build thy churches here,    And make thy gospel known; Among them did thine arm appear,    Thy light and glory shone.
3	In God they boasted all the day,    And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray,    And grace was all their song.
4	But now our souls are seized with shame,    Confusion fills our face; To hear the enemy blaspheme,    And fools reproach thy grace.
5	Yet have we not forgot our God,    Nor falsely dealt with heav'n; Nor have our steps declin'd the road    Of duty thou hast giv'n.
6	Tho' dragons all around us roar,    With their destructive breath; And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,    Hard by the gates of death.
7	We are expos'd all day to die,    As martyrs for thy cause; As sheep for slaughter, bound we lie,    By sharp and bloody laws.
8	Awake, arise,. Almighty Lord!    Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhorr'd    Or banish'd from thy face?
9	Wilt thou forever cast us off,    And still neglect our cries? For ever hide thy heav'nly love    From our afflicted eyes?
10	Down to the dust our souls are bow'd    And lie upon the ground;

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(cont.) PSALM 44. C.M.
The Church's complaint in persecution.

10	Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,    And all their pow'rs confound.
11	Redeem us from perpetual shame,    Our Saviour and our God: We plead the honours of thy name,    The merits of thy blood.

PSALM 45. 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, Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair His form! how bright his beauties are!
2	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	Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord! Gird on the terror of thy sword! In majesty and glory ride, With truth and meekness at thy side.
4	Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5	Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Grace is the sceptre in thy hands: Thy laws and works are just and right; Justice and grace are thy delight.
6	O God, thy God has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head, And with his sacred Spirit blest Th' eternal Son above the rest.