Psalm XLII. Longing for the Presence of God.-Grief at the Loss of Ordinances. 1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, So longs my soul, O GOD, for Thee, 2 For Thee, my GOD, the living GOD, O! when shall I behold Thy face, 3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts 4 When I advanc'd, with songs of praise, 5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? His aid for thee, and change these sighs 6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? The praise of Him who is thy God, Psalm XLIII. God's Word and Ordinances a Comfort in Distress. 1 GOD of my strength! why all my grief? Tho' foes my ev'ry path surround, Thy Word affords the kind relief, And shows where solid joys abound. 2 O! send Thy light and truth to me! Thy light upon Thy truth to shine; O! let them lead my feet to Thee, t And to Thy dwelling-place divine! 3 Then will I tow'rd Thine altar press; Draw near to GOD, my exceeding joy; With grateful heart Thy Name I'll bless, And all my life in praise employ. 4 Why then, my soul! so vainly strive? Hope thou in GOD, and praise Him still: With gracious health thy soul shall thrive, And GOD Himself His temple fill. Psalm XLVI. The Church's Safety. 1 GOD is the refuge of His saints, 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow 5 That sacred stream, Thine holy Word, 1 Psalm XLVII. Christ Ascending and Reigning. FOR a shout of sacred joy 2 JESUS our GOD ascends on high; 3 While angels shout, and praise their King, 4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound; Let knowledge lead the song; Nor mock Him with a solemn sound 5 In Israel stood His ancient throne; But now He calls the world His own, 6 The British islands are the LORD'S, There Abraham's GOD is known, "While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before His throne. Psalm XLVIII. The Beauty of the Church.-Zion's Praise. GREAT is the LORD;-His praise be great! From Zion's mount let incense rise! Of Him whose glory fills the skies. 2 Her beauteous domes, resplendent tow'r, The joy of Judah's honour'd plains; "Tis known, who trusts her Sov'reign's pow'r A refuge in her palace gains. 3 Go, then, and walk fair Zion round; See, where the mighty bulwarks rise; 4 Within these walls-this sacred pale- 5 And may this thought our souls sustain- Psalm XLIX. Rich and Poor alike in the Grave. 1 CEASE, mortals, cease your pride, nor dream 2 See rich and poor together laid 3 Corruption there it's work shall ply, 4 Seest thou the rich-regard his end- 5 Yet thou, like him, the way shalt tread, 6 For man, with erring pride elate, |