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""Twas then I paid that dreadful debt,
"That men could never pay,
"And gave thofe honours to thy law,
"Which finners took away."

5 Thus, in the great Meffiah's name,
The royal prophet mourns ;
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,
And gives us joy by turns..

6 "Now fhall the faints rejoice, and find
"Salvation in my name,
"For I have borne their heavy load
"Of forrow, pain, and shame.

"Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round,
"And fackcloth was my drefs,
"While I procur'd for naked fouls
"A robe of righteousness.

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.
Ver. 14-21, 26, 29, 32.

The paffion and exaltation of Chrift.
OW let our lips, with holy fear
And mournful pleasure, fing

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The fuff'rings of our great High-Priest,
The forrows of our King.

2 He finks in floods of deep diftrefs;
How high the waters rife !
While to his heav'nly Father's ear
He fends perpetual cries.

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"Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son,
"Nor hide thy fhining face;

"Why fhould thy fav'rite look like one
"Forfaken of thy grace?

4 "With rage they perfecute the man
"That groans beneath thy wound,
"While for a facrifice I pour

'My life upon the ground.

5" They tread my honour to the duft,
"And laugh when I complain;
"Their fharp infulting flanders add
"Fresh anguish to my pain.

6 "All my reproach is known to thee,
"The fcandal and the fhame;

"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.

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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,
"Redeem it from the grave.

10" I fhall arife to praise thy name,
"Shall reign in worlds unknown;
"And thy falvation, O my God,
"Shall feat me on thy throne "

PSALM LXIX. 3d Part. Com. Metre. Chrift's obedience and death; or, God glorified, and finners faved.

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ATHER! I fing thy wond'rous grace,
I blefs my Saviour's name;

He bought falvation for the poor,

And bore the finner's fhame.

2 His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high;
His duty and his zeal

Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke,
And finish'd all thy will.

3 His dying groans, his living fongs,
Shall better please my God,

Than harp or trumpet's folemn found,
Than goats' or bullocks' blood.

4 This fhall his humble follow'rs fee,
And fet their hearts at reft i

They by his death draw near to thee,
And live forever bleft.

5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high,
To God their voices raise,

While lands and feas affift the sky,
And join t' advance his praife.
6 Zion is thine, moft holy God;
Thy Son fhall blefs her gates;
And glory, purchas'd by his blood,
For thine own Ifr'el waits.

PSALM LXIX. ft Part. Long Metre.
Chrift's paffion and finners' falvation.

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EEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper forrows of our Lord;
Behold! the rifing billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy foul.

2 In long complaints he spends his breath,
While hofts of hell, and pow'rs of death,
And all the fons of malice join
To execute their curft defign.

3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love
Have made the curfe a bleffing prove;
Thofe dreadful fuff'rings of thy Son
Aton'd for fins which we had done.
4 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honours of thy law reftor'd:
His forrows made thy justice known,
And paid for follies not his own.
50! for his fake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning finner live;
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor fhall our hope be turn'd to fhame,

PSALM LXIX. 2d Part. Long Metre.
Ver. 7, &c. Christ's fufferings and zeal.
"TWAS for our fake, eternal God,
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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.