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, When God had left him in their power. And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. PSALM XXIII. Long Metre. [*] 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 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale, E 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.] 1 PSALM XXIII. Common Metre. [*] 1MY In paftures fresh he makes me feed, 2 He brings my wandering fpirit back, And leads me, for his mercy's fake, 3 When I walk through the fhades of death, A word of thy fupporting breath 4 Thy hand, in fight of all my foes, 5 The fure provifions of my God O may thine houfe be mine abode, 6 There would I find a fettled reft, 1 PSALM XXIII. Short Metre. [*] THE I fhall be well fupply'd: 2 He leads me to the place 3 If e'er I go aftray, 4 He doth my foul reclaim, And guides me in his own right, way, 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 He that has hands from mifchief clean, 3 This is the man may rife, and take This is the lot of thofe that feek 4 Now let our fouls' immortal powers 5 The King of Glory! who can tell 1 PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. [*] 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; PAUSE. 5 Rejoice, ye fhining worlds on high, To give his faints a bleft abode PSALM XXV. 1 Part. Short Metre. [b] 1 Ver. 1-11. Waiting for pardon and direction. LIFT I my foul to God, My truft is in his name: Let not my foes that feek my blood 2 Sin and the powers of hell Perfuade me to despair; 3 4 Lord, make me know thy covenant well, 1 2 He faves my foul from fhame : PSALM XXV. 2d Part. Short Metre. [*] Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. WHE Divine inftruction. WHERE fhall the man be found, The Lord fhall make him know The wonders of his covenant show, And all his love impart. Are truth and mercy ftill, 4 With fuch as to his covenant ftand, Their fouls fhall dwell at ease Before their Maker's face : Their feed fhall tafte the promifes E 2 |