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2 Shall I for ever be forgot As one whom thou regardest not?

Still shall my soul thine absence mourn?

And still despair of thy return?

3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest?

And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low.

4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief; If thou withhold thy heavenly light, I sleep in everlasting night.

5 How will the powers of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost!

But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face.

6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

Psalm 13:2. C. M.

Complaint under temptations of the devil.

1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?

My G.o.d, how long delay?

When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control, And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts, He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be thou my sun and thou my s.h.i.+eld, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud If I become his prey!

Behold the sons of h.e.l.l grow proud At thy so long delay.

6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look And hears thy voice with dread.

7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Where all my hopes have hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And victory shall be sung.

Psalm 14:1. First Part.

By nature all men are sinners.

1 Fools in their hearts believe and say, ”That all religion's vain, ”There is no G.o.d that reigns on high, ”Or minds th' affairs of men.”

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne Look'd down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray, Their practice all the same; There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease; How swift to mischief are their feet, Nor knew the paths of peace.