PSALM XL. Long Metre.

Ver.5-10.

Christ our facrifice.

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HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praise, furmount our thought;

Should I attempt the long detail,
My speech would faint, my numbers fail.

2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the fouls of men from guilt;
But thou hast set before our eyes,
An all-fufficient facrifice.

3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears!
To thy defires he bows his ears;
Affumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work fo hard.

4 " Behold, I come," (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes)
"I come to bear the heavy load
"Of fins, and do thy will, my God.

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"""Tis written in thy great decree,
"'Tis in thy book foretold of Me,
" I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
"And lo! thy law is in my heart.

6 "I'll magnify thy holy law,

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"And rebels to obedience draw,
"When on my cross I'm lifted high,
"Or to my crown above the sky:

"The Spirit shall descend, and show
"What thou hast done, and what I do;
"The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,
"Thy wisdom, and thy righteousness."

PSALM XLI. ver. 1,2,3. Long Metre. Charity to the poor; or, pity to the afflicted. LEST is the man whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor;

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Whose foul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-faints endure.

2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of gen'ral grief,
Shall find the Lord has bowels too,

3 His foul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his fins forgiv'n,
Will fave him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing foul to heav'n.

PSALM XLII. 1st Part.

Ver. 1-5.

Com. Metre.

Desertion and hope; or, complaint of absence fram

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public worship.

ITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;

So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.

2 When shall I fee thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an abfence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary foul,
And tears are my repast;

The foe infults without control,
"And where's your God at last?"

4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure, now,
I think on ancient days:
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

5 But why's my foul sunk down fo far
Beneath this heavy load?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And fin against my God?

6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all my woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And fing refstoring love.

PSALM XLII. 6-11. 2d Part. LongMet.
Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, hope in affliction.
Y spirit finks within me, Lord,

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But I will call thy name to mind,

And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles, with tumult'ous noise, Swell like a fea, and round me spread; Thy water-fpouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head.

3 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 fing and pray, 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "My God, my heav'nly rock! "Why doth thy love so long forget "The foul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 5 I'll chide my heart that finks so low, Why should my foul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my fure relief,

6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still;
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to thy heav'nly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy!

PSALM XLIV. 1,2,3,8,15-26. Com.Met.
The church's complaint in perfecution.
ORD, we have heard thy works of old,

L Thy works of power and grace,

When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.

2 How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone,

3 In God they boasted all the day;
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray;
And grace was all their song.

4 But now our fouls are seiz'd with shame,
Confufion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blafpheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n;
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n;

6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,

And thine own hand has bruis'd us fore, Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are expos'd all day to die
As martyrs for thy caufe,
As sheep, for flaughter bound, we lie,
By sharp and bloody laws.

8 Awake, arife, almighty Lord!

Why fleeps thy wonted grace ?
Why should we look like men abhorr'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries ?
For ever hide thy heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?

10 Down to the dust our foul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rife for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
II Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

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PSALM XLV. Short Metre. The glory of Christ; the success of the gospel, and the Gentile church.

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Y Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;

Thy lips with blessings overflow;
And ev'ry grace is thine.

Now make thy glory known;
Gird on thy dreadful fword,