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PSALM 44. C.M.
The Church's complaint in persecution. (cont.)
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How thou did'st build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Among them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
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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.
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But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face;
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Awake, arise,. Almighty Lord!
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhorr'd
Or banish'd from thy face?
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Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thy heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
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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.
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Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
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Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God:
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.
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PSALM 45. First Part. L.M.
The glory of Christ, and the power of his gospel.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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