[Hymns] 10 'Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid; Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'tis daily to me said.
11 O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest:
For yet I know I shall him p...
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[Hymns] 10 'Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid; Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'tis daily to me said.
11 O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest:
For yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me The health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.
Psalm 43 1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against th' ungodly nation; From the unjust and crafty man, O be thou my salvation.
2 For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th' enemy's oppression why do I mourning go?
3 O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, And bring me to thine holy hill, ev'n where thy dwellings be.
4 Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.
5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul? what should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me?
Still trust in God; for him to praise good cause I yet shall have: He of my count'nance is the health, my God that doth me save.
Psalm 44 To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil. 1 O God, we with our ears have heard, our fathers have us told, What works thou in their days hadst done, ev'n in the days of old.
2 Thy hand did drive the heathen out, and plant them in their place; Thou didst afflict the nations, but them thou didst increase.