The race malign, both slave and king,
Away into the deep.

22 But God shall stretch his softest wing
O'er all his fervants dear;

And none who truft his love benign,
Shall defolation fear:

They fhall arife, and wing their way,
Upborn by faith and love,
To regions of eternal day,
To fing with God above.

THIS Pfalm is one of those which is all spoken in one perfon: and that the person speaking therein is the SON OF GOD, is evident from his own exprefs teftimony, recorded, John xv. 25. Now have they both feen and hated both me and my Father. But this cometh to pafs, that the word might be fulfilled that is written in their law, They hated me without a caufe.' So it is written in the 19th verfe of this Pfalm, Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully', (or falfely), ⚫ rejoice over me; neither let them wink with the eye, that hate me without a caufe. The hiftory, therefore, of the Lord's fufferings, in their circumstances, connections, and confequences, it is undeniable, is the history of the literal fulfilment, and true interpretation of this Pfalm, with a long lift of parallels, too many and obvicus to be here recited.

Whofe wounded heart for finners bleeds,
'Gainft finners alfo intercedes;
Thofe only live to him who turn ;
But they who pierc'd him only mourn:
Falfe witnesses against him rofe,
Who for his love became his foes;
But men of truth for ever fing,
Who kifs THE SON, and hail their King.

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EноVAн, I appeal to thee;

JEHOVA

Contend with thofe contend with me; Thy righteousness defend my right; With thofe who fight against me fight. 2 In my defence, my God, draw near, Grafp, grafp thy buckler, fhield, and spear; 3 Advance thyfelf upon the field;

Thy fhout fhall cause my foes to yield:

See how they bear upon my foul!
The deep-embody'd fquadrons roll,
And force their way unto my heart;
My God, command them to depart :
Say to my foul, I am thy Life;

And then my foul fhall mock their ftrife:
4 Let them, confounded, fneak away
With thame, who feek my foul to flay:

Let them into confusion turn,
With fhame eternal let them burn,
Who have devis'd my overthrow,
Condemn'd unto perpetual woe.
More fwiftly than the downy flue,
Aloft when whirling winds purfue,
The angel of the Lord behind,
Shall drive them fiercer than the wind.

6 Let darkness brood upon their way,
And Satan on their spirit prey;
7 For caufelessly they spread their net,
And, for my foul, a trap they fet.
8 Let dire deftruction fteal behind,
And féize him, viewless like the wind;
That, unawares himself enfnar'd,
May.rue the work his hands prepar'd.
9 And then my foul, replete with joy,
Shall glory in her fweet employ,
And fing falvation to the Lord,
By me and all my faints ador'd.
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10 My bones fhall all rejoice, and fing, Who is like thee, O Lord, my King,

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To caufe the bruifed heel to tread

The bruising ferpent on the head?

11 Falfe witneffes against me rofe,
Suborned by my bitter foes;
They brought a heavy bloody charge,
And did my feigned crimes enlarge.
12 For thousand bleffings I beftow'd,
They paid with evil what they ow'd:
Thus, thus they prey'd upon my foul,
And with'd to have devour'd me whole.
13 But when they were in agonies,
The briny ftreams did fill mine eyes;
When I beheld their hour, and pow'r
Of heavy darkness o'er them low'r,"
I spent my foul in mournful cries,
While all the man within me flies
Into my heart-but while I mourn'd,
My pray'r into my bofom turn'd;

14 What tides of anguifh o'er me flow'd,
When I beheld them fcorn'd of God
I mourn'd as' for a brother dear,
Or one who bears his mother's bier.
15 But when the tempeft fell on me,
Their hearts were fill'd with mirth and glee,
They made a high caroufing feaft,
And with my bitter fuff'rings jeft:

16 Yea, those who were at war before,
In mutual league againft me roar,
And meanly make the bowl go round
To his confufion,' whom they wound:
Their mirth to me 's a bitter bowl,
They harrow up my very foul;

While rage, makes all their blood to feethe,
They gnafh and tear me with their teeth. -

17 How long, O Lord, wilt thou lock on,
And not deliver thy dear Son??
O fnatch my foul from rage of men,
My darling from the lion's den!
18 So, in the great affembly, I!
Will raife thy name above the sky;
When all my faints around me flow,
We'll praife thee with a glorious show.
19 O let not thofe malignant elves
With my deftruction fport themfelves,
Who wrongfully my foul abuse,
Without a colour for excufe;
They tip the wink, and fquint the eye,
Whene'er they fee me pafling by;
20 If any time they feign a face,
Intending war, and mention peace,
You may prepare you for the plot
They hatch againft you on the fpot;
Like cockatrices eggs, they teem
With ill, to all who god-like feem..
21.On.me they roared open-mouth,
Because I preach'd the God of truth;
AHA AHA!' fay they, our eye
Hath feen THE KING OF JUDAH die!

22 This thou haft feen, Jehovah, too;
O be not far from helping now;
A filent still spectator more
O be not thou, when I implore!
23 Awake, arife, canvafs my plea;
My Lord, my God, avenge thou me;
24 O Lord, my God, according to
My righteoufnefs, thy judgment fhow

Let not mine adverfaries proud
With laughter lift their voice aloud,
And in vile bacchanalian fongs
game of all my woes and wrongs.
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25 O let not them their fouls applaud, And hug themfelves with joy and laud, And cry, Aha! aha!' aloud,

He's fwallow'd up! and fo he fhou'd!"
26 But God their Babels fhall confound,
With their confufions load the ground;
With fhame, death, hell, and horror, prefs.
Their fouls, who vaunt o'er my distress.
27 But let them fhout for joy aloud,
Who of my righteoufnefs are proud;
They fhall be glad and full of praise,
Who glory in Meffiah's ways;

They fhall advance their heav'nly fong,
Which future ages fhall prolong,
And fing, Jehovah hath approv'd

His chofen fervant whom he lov'd.'28 Eternally I will confefs,

And found abroad thy righteousness
Th' affembly of thy faints fhall join
In thy Meffiah's fong divine.

This Pfalm alfo is all spoken in one perfon; and that the Meffiah is he, will need no laboured proof to fatisfy thofe who fhall confider who is the fpeaker in Palms xvi. Ivii. and cviii. whofe illuftrations the reader is referred to, as alfo to that of Pfal. xxxiv. with its parallels there mentioned.

Behold the nat'ral man defcrib'd,

And found to be a fool,

Whofe confcience by his luft is brib'd,
Whofe tongue is Satan's tool.

Here, too, behold the fountains pure
Of everlasting light,

(God's mercies are for ever fure),.
And drink with fweet delight!