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Psalm 42. v. 5. Why art Thou cast down, O my Soul, &c.

Declare my Soul, why art thou so dismay'd?
So much dejected and so much afraid?
Why ly'st thou Agonizing in my Breast,
O'erspread with Darkness, and with Woe opprest?
Hoarce with thy Groans, and delug'd with thy Tears,
Still do'st thou feed thy ill-presaging Fears;
As fond of Woe indulge thy mournful Strain,
Enrage thy Grief, and aggravate thy Pain?
Why should'st thou thus in vain afflict the Air,
With the sad Accents of thy wild Despair?
Fly to thy God, and on his Care depend
To ease thy Burden, and thy Life defend;
He will dispel thy Fears, revive thy Heart,
And for thy Aid Almighty Strength exert.
Securely fixt on this Immortal Rock,
Thou may'st defy fierce Persecution's Shock,
And Earth's and Hell's Confed'rate Malice mock.