On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruined state repair.

PSALM 44.

LORD, our fathers oft have told
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders, in their days performed,

And elder times than theirs :

2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive
The heathen from this land,
Dispeopled by repeated strokes
Of thy avenging hand.

3 For not their courage, nor their sword,
To them possession gave;

Nor strength, that from unequal force
Their fainting troops could save;-
But thy right hand and powerful arm,
Whose succour they implored;
Thy presence with the chosen race,
Who thy great name adored.

4 As thee their God our fathers owned,
Thou art our sovereign King;

O! therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

5 Through thy victorious name, our arms
The proudest foes shall quell,

And crush them with repeated strokes,
As oft as they rebel.

6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,
When I in fight engage,

7 But thee, who hast our foes subdued, And shamed their spiteful rage.

8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,

From whom the conquest came;
In God we will rejoice all day,
And ever bless his name.

PART II.

9 But thou hast cast us off; and now
Most shamefully we yield;

For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
Our armies to the field.

10 Since when, to every upstart foe
We turn our backs in fight;

And with our spoil their malice feast,
Who bear us ancient spite.

11 To slaughter doomed, we fall, like sheep, Into their butchering hands,

Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
Dispersed through heathen lands.

12 Thy people thou hast sold for slaves,
And set their price so low,
That not thy treasure, by the sale,
But their disgrace, may grow.

13, 14 Reproached by all the nations round,
The heathen's by-word grown,
Whose scorn of us is, both in speech
And mocking gestures, shown,-

15 Confusion strikes me blind, my face
In conscious shame I hide,

16 While we are scoffed, and God blasphemed, By their licentious pride.

PART III.

17 On us this heap of woes is fallen,

All this we have endured,

Yet have not, Lord, renounced thy name,

Or faith to thee abjured,

18 But in thy righteous paths have kept Our hearts and steps with care,

19 Though thou hast broken all our strength, And we almost despair.

20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, On other gods rely,

21 And not the Searcher of all hearts

The treacherous crime descry?

22 Thou seest what sufferings, for thy sake,
We every day sustain;

All slaughtered, or reserved like sheep
Appointed to be slain.

23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep

No longer thee detain ;

Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee,
For ever sue in vain.

24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy face From our afflicted state,

25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth
With grief's oppressive weight?

26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste
To our deliverance make;
Redeem us, Lord, if not for ours,
Yet for thy mercy's sake.

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PSALM 45.

HILE I the King's loud praise rehearse,
Indited by my heart,

My tongue is like the pen of him

That writes with ready art.

2 How matchless is thy form, O King!
Thy mouth with grace o'erflows,
Because fresh blessings God on thee
Eternally bestows.

3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince,
And, clad in rich array,

With glorious ornaments of
Majestic pomp display.

power,

4 Ride on in state, and still protect
The meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge,
Does all thy foes pursue.

5 How sharp thy weapons are to them

That dare thy power despise!

Down, down they fall, while through their heart
The feathered arrow flies.

6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fixed,

For ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure.

7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
Did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths,
Where wandering sinners rove ;-
Therefore did God, thy God, on thee
The oil of gladness shed,

And has, above thy fellows round,
Advanced thy lofty head.

8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh,
Thy royal robes abound,

Which, from the stately wardrobe brought,
Spread grateful odours round.

9 Among the honourable train
Did princely virgins wait;

The queen was placed at thy right hand
In golden robes of state.

PART II.

10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
And to my words attend;
Forget thy native country now,
And every former friend.

11 So shall thy beauty charm the King,
Nor shall his love decay;

For he is now become thy Lord;
To him due reverence pay.

12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud,
Shall humble presents make,

And all the wealthy nations sue
Thy favour to partake.

13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer soul
All inward graces fill;
Her raiment is of purest gold,
Adorned with costly skill.

14 She, in her nuptial garments dressed,
With needles richly wrought,
Attended by her virgin train,
Shall to the King be brought.

15 With all the state of solemn joy
The triumph moves along,

Till, with wide gates, the royal court
Receives the pompous throng.

16 Thou, in thy royal Father's room,

Must princely sons expect;

Whom thou to different realms may'st send,

To govern and protect:

17 Whilst this my song to future times
Transmits thy glorious name,

And makes the world, with one consent,
Thy lasting praise proclaim.

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PSALM 46.

GOD is our Refuge in distress,

A present Help when dangers press;

In him, undaunted, we'll confide;

2, 3 Though earth were from her centre tossed, And mountains in the ocean lost,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.

4 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill,

The royal seat of God most high:

5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers Shall mock the assaults of earthly powers, While his almighty aid is nigh.

6 In tumults when the heathen raged, And kingdoms war against us waged,

He thundered, and dispersed their powers: 7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms,― Our Tower of refuge in alarms,

Our fathers' guardian God, and ours. 8 Come, see the wonders he hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;

How he has calmed the jarring world: 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them their thundering chariots, too, Into devouring flames were hurled.

10 Submit to God's almighty sway;
For him the heathen shall obey,

And earth her sovereign Lord confess :
11 The God of hosts conducts our arms,-
Our Tower of refuge in alarms,
As to our fathers in distress.

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PSALM 47.

ye people, clap your hands,
And with triumphant voices sing;
No force the mighty power withstands
Of God, the universal King.

3, 4 He shall opposing nations quell,

And with success our battles fight;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell,
The pride of Jacob, his delight.