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Isaac Watts - Psalm 42 part 2
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v.6-11 
L. M.
Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, Hope in afflictions.

My spirit sinks within me, Lord,
But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.

Huge troubles with tumultuous noise
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o`er my head.

Yet will the Lord command his love,
When I address his throne by day,
Nor in the night his grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.

I`ll cast myself before his feet,
And say, "My God, my heav`nly rock,
Why doth thy love so long forget
The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"

I`ll chide my heart that sinks so low,
Why should my soul indulge her grief?
Hope in the Lord, and praise him too;
He is my rest, my sure relief.

Thy light and truth shall guide me still,
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to thine heav`nly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy.
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