4 ""Twas then I paid that dreadful debt, 5 Thus, in the great Meffiah's name, 6 "Now fhall the faints rejoice, and find "Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round, 8 "Amongst my brethren and the Jews, "I like a stranger stood, "And bore their vile reproach, to bring "The Gentiles near to God. 9 "I came in finful mortal's ftead "To do my Father's will; "Yet, when I cleans'd my Father's house, "They fcandaliz'd my zeal. 10" My faftings and my holy groans. "Were made the drunkard's fong; "But God, from his celeftial throne, "Heard my complaining tongue. 11" He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, "Nor let my foul be drown'd ; "He rais'd and fix'd my finking feet "On well-establish'd ground. 12 "'Twas in a moft accepted hour, "My pray'r arofe on high, "And, for my fake, my God shall hear "The dying finner's cry." PSALM LXIX. 2d Part. Com. Metre. The paffion and exaltation of Chrift. NOW The fuff'rings of our great High-Priest, 2 He finks in floods of deep diftrefs; 3 "Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son, "Why fhould thy fav'rite look like one 4 "With rage they perfecute the man 'My life upon the ground. 5" They tread my honour to the duft, 6 "All my reproach is known to thee, "Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, "And lies defil'd my name. 7 "I look'd for pity, but in vain : My kindred are my grief: "I afk my friends for comfort round, "But meet with no relief. 8" 8 "With vinegar they mock my thirst; "They give me gall for food: "And, fporting with my dying groans, "They triumph in my blood, 9 "Shine into my distressed foul, "Let thy compaffion fave; "And though my flesh fink down to death, 10" I fhall arife to praise thy name, PSALM LXIX. 3d Part. Com. Metre. Chrift's obedience and death; or, God glorified, and finners faved. I FAT ATHER! I fing thy wond'rous grace, He bought falvation for the poor, And bore the finner's fhame. 2 His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high; Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke, 3 His dying groans, his living fongs, Than harp or trumpet's folemn found, 4 This fhall his humble follow'rs fee, They by his death draw near to thee, 5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high, While lands and feas affift the sky, PSALM LXIX. ft Part. Long Metre. I DE EEP in our hearts let us record 2 In long complaints he spends his breath, 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love PSALM LXIX. 2d Part. Long Metre. I Thy Son fuftain'd that heavy load Of bafe reproach and fore disgrace, And fhame defil'd his facred face. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd the man that check'd their fin ; While he fulfill'd thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a caufe. 3 [" My Father's houfe," faid he, "was made "A place for worfhip, not for trade;" Then fcatt'ring all their gold and brafs, He fcourg'd the merchants from the place.] 4 [Zeal for the temple of his God. Confum'd his life, expos'd his blood: Reproaches at thy glory thrown He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.] 5 [His friends forfook, his follow'rs fled, While foes and arms furround his head ; They curfe him with a fland'rous tongue, And the falfe judge maintains the wrong.] 6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blafphemies : They nail him to the fhameful tree; There hung the man that dy'd for me. 7 [Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones, Infult his piety and groans; Gall was the food they gave him there,, And mock'd his thirst with vinegar,] 8 But God beheld, and from his throne Marks out the men that hate his Son; The hand that rais'd him from the dead, Shall pour due vengeance on their head. |