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4 Honour and majefty divine
Around his facred temples fhine;
Bleft with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.
5 Thine hand fhall find out all his foes
And as a fiery oven glows

With raging heat and living coals,
So fhall thy wrath devour their fouls.

PSALM XXII. ft Part. Com.Metre.

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Ver. 1-16.

The fufferings and death of Christ.

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HY has my God my foul forfook,
Nor will a fmile afford ?"

(Thus David once in anguifh fpoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising faints,
Yet thou can't hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trufted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I'm a worm, defpis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground..

4 Shaking the head, they pafs me by,
And laugh my foul to fcorn;
"In vain he trufts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.",

5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word :

And fince I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face
When foes ftand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,

As bulls of Bafhan, fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my forrows meet,
To multiply the fmart;

They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy fov'reign hand let loofe
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The Son he loves fo well?

10 My God, if poffible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup;
But I refign my will to thee,
And drink the forrows up.

11 My heart diffolves with pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand hath brought me down
Low as the duft of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand:
My dying flefh fhall reft in hope,
And rife at thy command.

PSALM XXII. 2d Part. Com, Metre.

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Ver. 20, 21, 27-31.

Chrift's fufferings and kingdom.
TOW from the roaring lion's rage,
"O Lord, protect thy Son;

NOW

"Nor leave thy Darling to engage
"The pow'rs of hell alone."

2 Thus did our fuff'ring Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears:
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

3 Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship, or fhall die.

4 A num'rous offspring muft arife
From his expiring groans:
They fhall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for fons.

5

The meek and humble fouls fhall fee
His table richly spread;

And all, that feek the Lord, shall be
With joys immortal fed.

6 The ifles fhall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God;
And nations, yet unborn, profess
Salvation in his blood.

PSALM XXII. Long Metre.
Chrift's fufferings and exaltation.

N The dying forrows of our Lord,

OW let our mournful fongs record

When he complain'd in tears of blood,
As one forfaken of his God.

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And hook their heads, and laugh'd in fcorn; "He refcu'd others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to fave. 3 "This is the man did once pretend "God was his Father and his Friend; "If God the bleffed lov'd him fo,

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Why doth he fail to help him now?" 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests!

How they food round like favage beafts,
Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their pow'r. 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 'Till ftreams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 6 But God his Father heard his cry; Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble finners tafte his grace.

PSALM XXIII. Long Metre.
God our Shepherd.

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Y fhepherd is the living Lord:
Now fhall my wants be well fupply'd;

His providence and holy word,

Become my fafety and my guide.

2 In paftures where falvation grows
He makes me feed, he makes me reft;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food's divinely bleft.
3 My wand'ring feet his ways mistake,
But he reftores my foul to peace,

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And leads me, for his mercy's fake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope fhall never fail,
For God my fhepherd's with me there.
5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy ftaff fupports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
6 The fons of earth and fons of hell
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine
To fee my table fpread fo well,
With living bread, and cheerful wine.
7 [How I rejoice, when on my head
Thy fpirit condescends to reft!
'Tis a divine anointing, fhed
Like oil of gladness at a feaft.
8 Surely the mercies of the Lord
Attend his household all their days;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To feek his face and fing his praise.]

PSALM XXIII. Common Metre.

Y fhepherd will fupply my need,

'MY Jehovah is his name;

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Befide the living stream.

2 He brings my wand'ring fpirit back,
When I forfake his ways;

And leads me, for his mercy's fake,
In paths of truth and grace.

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