PSALM XXII. Long Metre. [b] Chrift's fufferings and exaltation. OW let our mournful fongs record The dying forrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, As one forfaken of his God.

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,

And hook their heads, and laugh'd in fcorn; "He refcued others from the grave, "Now let him try himfelf to fave. 3 "This is the man did once pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him fo, "Why doth he fail to help him now? 4 Barbarous people! cruel priefts!

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

When God had left him in their power.
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 righteoufnefs,
And humble finners tafte his grace.

PSALM XXIII. Long Metre. [*]
God our Shepherd.

Y fhepherd is the living Lord:

'MY

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 wandering feet his ways mistake,
But he reftores my foul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy's fake,
In the fair paths of righteoufnefs.

4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,

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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 tay; Thy ftaff fupports my feeble fteps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. 6 The fons of earth and fons of hell Gaze at thy goodnefs, and repine To fee my table fpread fo well, With living bread and cheerful wine. 7 [How I rejoice, when on my head Thy Spirit condefcends 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.]

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PSALM XXIII. Common Metre. [*]
Y fhepherd will fupply my need,
Jehovah is his name;

1MY

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

2 He brings my wandering fpirit back,
When I forfake his ways;

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

3 When I walk through the fhades of death,
Thy prefence is my ftay;

A word of thy fupporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand, in fight of all my foes,
Doth ftill my table fpread;
My cup with bleffings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

5

The fure provifions of my God
Attend me all my days;

O may thine houfe be mine abode,
And all my work be praife.

6 There would I find a fettled reft,
(While others go and come)
No more a ftranger or a gueft,
But like a child at home.

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PSALM XXIII. Short Metre. [*]
HE Lord my fhepherd is,

THE

I fhall be well fupply'd:
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want befide?

2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly paflure grows,
Where living waters gently pafs,
And full falvation flows.

3 If e'er I go aftray,

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He doth my foul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right, way,
For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I fhould walk through death's dark fhade, My fhepherd's with me there.

5 In fight of all

my

foes

Thou doft my table spread, My cup with bleffings overflows, And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy houfe will I remove, Nor ceafe to fpeak thy praise.

PSALM XXIV. Common Metre. [*] Dwelling with God. 1 THE earth forever is the Lord's,

With Adam's numerous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, And built it on the feas.

2 But who among the fons of men
May vifit thine abode ?

He that has hands from mifchief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.

3 This is the man may rife, and take
The bleffings of his grace;

This is the lot of thofe that feek
The God of Jacob's face.

4 Now let our fouls' immortal powers
To meet the Lord prepare;
Lift up their everlasting doors,
The King of Glory's near,

5 The King of Glory! who can tell
The wonders of his might?
He rules the nations; but to dwell
With faints, is his delight.

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PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. [*]
Saints dwell in heaven; or, Chrift's afcenfion.
HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's,

TH

And men, and worms, and beafts, and birds He rais'd the building on the feas,

And gave it for their dwelling-place. 2 But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the fky: Who fhall afcend that bieft abode, And dwell fo near his maker, God? 8 He that abhors and fears to fin,

Whole heart is pure, whole hands are clean;
Him fhall the Lord the Saviour blefs,
And clothe his foul with righteoufnefs.
4 Thefe are the men, the pious race,
That feek the God of Jacob's face;
Thefe fhall enjoy the blifsful fight,
And dwell in everlafting light.

PAUSE.

5 Rejoice, ye fhining worlds on high,
Behold the King of Glory nigh!
Who can this King of Glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves difplay,
To make the Lord the Saviour way:
Laden with fpoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.
7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,

To give his faints a bleft abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM XXV. 1 Part. Short Metre. [b]

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Ver. 1-11. Waiting for pardon and direction.

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I my foul to God,

My truft is in his name:

Let not my foes that feek my blood
Still triumph in my fhame.

2 Sin and the powers of hell Perfuade me to despair;

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Lord, make me know thy covenant well,
That I may 'fcape the fnare.
From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening rife,
For thy falvation, Lord, I wait
With ever longing eyes.
Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the fins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is juft and kind;
The meek fhall learn his ways;
And every humble finner find
The methods of his grace.
6 For his own goodness' fake

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He faves my foul from fhame :
He pardons (though my guilt be great)
Through my Redeemer's name.

PSALM XXV. 2d Part. Short Metre. [*]

Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13.

WHE

Divine inftruction.

WHERE fhall the man be found,
That fears t' offend his God;
That loves the gofpel's joyful found,
And trembles at the rod ?

The Lord fhall make him know
The fecrets of his heart,

The wonders of his covenant show,

And all his love impart.

Are truth and mercy ftill,

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With fuch as to his covenant ftand,
And love to do his will.

Their fouls fhall dwell at ease

Before their Maker's face :

Their feed fhall tafte the promifes
In their extensive grace.

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