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PSALM XLIII.
[God of infinite compassion]
God of infinite compassion,
Take my cause into Thy hands;
Satan's whole unrighteous nation,
Earth and hell, my soul withstands:
From the evil world deliver,
From the cruel world within,
From myself,—the worst deceiver,—
From this inbred man of sin!
Take my cause into Thy hands;
Satan's whole unrighteous nation,
Earth and hell, my soul withstands:
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From the cruel world within,
From myself,—the worst deceiver,—
From this inbred man of sin!
Thou my only God and Saviour,
Thou art my support and might!
Why hast Thou withdrawn Thy favour,
Cast the mourner from Thy sight?
Wherefore go I on lamenting,
Crush'd by my tyrannic foe,
Under his oppression fainting,
Swallow'd up of sin and woe?
Thou art my support and might!
Why hast Thou withdrawn Thy favour,
Cast the mourner from Thy sight?
Wherefore go I on lamenting,
Crush'd by my tyrannic foe,
Under his oppression fainting,
Swallow'd up of sin and woe?
O my merciful Director!
Show the brightness of Thy face;
Let Thy love be my protector,
Lead me by the light of grace:
Send the unction of Thy Spirit,
Guide into Thy perfect will,
That I may Thine heaven inherit,
Meet Thee on Thy holy hill.
Show the brightness of Thy face;
Let Thy love be my protector,
Lead me by the light of grace:
Send the unction of Thy Spirit,
Guide into Thy perfect will,
That I may Thine heaven inherit,
Meet Thee on Thy holy hill.
Earnest of my full possession,
Might I feel Thee in my heart!
Fill'd with joy beyond expression,
I should never more depart:
I should in Thy courts adore Thee,
Till I join the church above,
Sing, and praise, and fall before Thee,—
Thee, my God of truth and love!
Might I feel Thee in my heart!
Fill'd with joy beyond expression,
I should never more depart:
I should in Thy courts adore Thee,
Till I join the church above,
Sing, and praise, and fall before Thee,—
Thee, my God of truth and love!
Wherefore then, my restless spirit,
Art thou troubled and cast down?
Hope in God, through Jesu's merit;
God, through Jesus, is thine own:
I shall yet regain His favour,
I shall sing His praise aloud:
Jesus is my loving Saviour,
Jesus is my pardoning God.
Art thou troubled and cast down?
Hope in God, through Jesu's merit;
God, through Jesus, is thine own:
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I shall sing His praise aloud:
Jesus is my loving Saviour,
Jesus is my pardoning God.
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