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A HIGHLAND PARISH.
smother. But when they rose up I saw through
the mist of the bitter tears which they were now
wiping off, the signs of fresh hope beaming from
their eyes. He opened the Book of Psalms, and
the most mournful, the most affecting in every way,
yet at the same time the most joyful sacred song
which I ever heard was raised by them all. The
solemn sound reached every ship and boat in the
harbour. Every oar rested. There was perfect
silence; a holy calm as they sang a part of the
42d Psalm.
“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 prais-%
Who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance.
Yea, mine own God is He.”