as brands from the fire, and fave them by his own blood!

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In various forms, and various phrafe,

Obedient to his Father's will,

Mefiah Speaks his Father's praife,
And haftens to his holy hill:

Grown old and weak with pain and grief,
Before his years were half complete,
He calls on God to fend relief,

Preventing him with mercy fweet.

IN thee, O Lord, I put my truft,
Let me be never put to shame:

2 Deliver me, for thou art juft,

Caufe me efcape for thy own name : 3 Incline thine ear to me, me fave,

O God, and be thou my ftrong fort;
That I may fafe protection have,
And always may to thee refort.

Thou haft commanded to preserve
Thy fervant, whom thou loveft well:
Thou art my Rock, that will not fwerve,
Tho' batter'd by the gates of hell.
4 Thou art my God, O pull me from
My impious foe, who grafps me round,
And from the hand of vi'lence come
And loofe me, with oppreffion bound.
5 For thou, my God, art all my hope,
And all my expectation thou

Haft ever been from my youth up;
My Refuge, do not leave me now.
6 My infant arms around thee clung,
Ere I began to prefs the knee;
Ere on my mother's breaft I hung,
O God, my foul did cleave to thee.

He brought me from my mother's womb,

He form'd me there with special skill;

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He will conduct me to my tomb;
Then raise me up again he will.
He is my praise for evermore;
In him my foul fhall joyful be;
His ways I always will adore,
Tho' forrow dwelleth yet with me.
I a wonder am,

7 To many

Like fome ftrange fight to caufe alarm; But thou, my God, wilt fave thy Lamb, From lions teeth, and foxes harm. 8 My mouth fhall found thy praife aloud, My lips thy glory all day long; Thine honour fhall be understood; By night my God fhall be my fong.

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When I am drawing near the grave,
O God thou wilt not caft me off;
When, like old men, no ftrength I have,
My Father will not stand aloof.
10 For, lo, mine enemies do talk

As if there were no help for me,
And for my life like fowlers ftalk,
That wounded by them I may be:
11 They fay, His God has him forfook,
We'll perfecute and feize him quick;
For there is none who will rebuke,

Or dare our counsels to restrict.

12 O God, be hot fo far away,

My God, my Saviour, now, from me;
Make hafte, before they do me flay;
Let my foul's foes confounded be.

13 Let them be cover'd o'er with fhame,
Their own difhonour wring their hearts,
Who feek my hurt, who wound my name.
With flanders, as with poifon'd darts.

14 But I will hope continually,

And will yet praise thee more and more;

15 My mouth fhall fhow forth faithfully Thy righteousness the world before; For all day long thy kindneffes,

And fweet falvation, I'll record
Thy mercies, Lord, are numberless,
Which to my foul thou dost afford.
16 I will, in ftrength of God the Lord,
Rejoicing evermore, go on;
And I the juftice will record,

O Lord my God, of thee alone. 170 God, thou haft my teacher been,

Ev'n from my earliest days of youth;
And I've declar'd the works I've feen,
Thy wondrous works of grace and truth.
18 Now alfo, when I'm old and weak,
And all my vifage forely marr'd,
Do not my feebleness forfake,
Till I have all thy ways declar'd :
I will beftow my latest breath,

In fhewing forth thy works at length;
Thy finish'd work fhall be my death;

Of all thy fons unborn, the ftrength.
19 O God, thy righteoufnefs is high!
What grand and noble acts are thine!
Above the earth, above the fky,

O God, thy majefty doth shine. 20 Thou, who haft me afflicted fore,

And bruifed, in my troublous day, Shalt quicken me, to die no more, From depths of earth, where erft I lay. 21 Thou shalt my greatnefs much increase, And comfort me on ev'ry fide; And blefs me with a num'rous race, By my dear church, my royal bride.

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22 I'll lift to thee the voice of joy,:

And praife thy truth with Pfalm and fong; My choiceft airs I will employ

To God my King, his faints among. 23 My lips thall very joyful be;

And thou my foul, redeem'd from death, When I, O God, fhall fing to thee,

And praise thee with my ev'ry breath.

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24 My tongue shall all the day relate

Thy love, thy righteousness and truth;
The live-long night I will repeat
Thy works of wonder with my mouth:
For, lo, refembling Babel's tow'r,
They are into confufion hurl'd,
Whofe proud, afpiring, lofty pow'r,
High-domineering, fway'd the world.

They fought my hurt, and found their own;
They thought to lord it over me:
But thou haft Antichrift o'erthrown-
Amen! confounded let him be.

THE fame as Pfalm ii. with its parallels.

Refound aloud the voice of praife!
Let foul and voice afcend to heav'n!
Meffiah claims your highest lays':
To him the glory due be giv'n!
The King of Righteousness extol!
The King of Righteoufnefs and Peace!
Where rivers flow, and oceans roll,
Let nations all his reign increafe!

O God, thy judgments give the King;
Thy juftice give thy royal Son:

His fceptre fhall fubjected bring
To thee the kingdom he hath won.

2 He shall thy people justly judge,
And thine oppreffed vindicate;
Because thou doft thy judgment lodge
In God reveal'd in human flate *.

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3 The mountains fhall go big with peace,
The little hills with righteousness ;
For there the meffengers of grace,
His royal gofpel-laws express:
The people fhall exult and fing,

To us a Son, a Saviour's born!
They fhall afcribe to God their King,
The glory of that joyful morn.

4 He fhall the meek and lowly ones,

Who gladly hear the joyful found, Deliver from their tears and groans,

And make their hearts with joy to bound:
He shall the fons of poverty

Advance to high and great estate;
But all their proud oppreffors high,
Confound and flay with dismal fate.
5 They fhall, with filial fear and awe,
While fun and moon in heav'n endure,
Submit themselves unto thy law,
In everlasting peace fecure.

6 He fhall defcend like gentle rain,
In pleasant fhow'rs upon the earth,
To fill the hill, and fill the plain,
With beauty, plenty, joy, and mirth.
7 The juft fhall flourish in his days,
And everlafting floods of grace
Shall gently roll, and found his praife,
Where-c'er they flow, in ev'ry place;

* John v. 24.

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