37 Whatever changes come or go,
They're only changes but in fhow;
There is no change in his high name,
Like moon, or rainbow, ftill the fame.

38 And yet, how great a myftry's here?
What changes do to us appear
?

39

Thou haft caft off, as one abhorr'd,
Thine own Anointed One, O Lord.
Thou hast been wroth, and tore the crown
Of thy belov'd dear Holy One:

His diadem is foil'd in duft,

And bafely thrown away, and toft.

40 Thou haft his hedges vilely torn,

And all his tow'rs defac'd with fcorn: 41 And all who pafs him feize the fpoil, And feast upon his grief the while. 42 Thou haft advanc'd his foes aloft,

And made them glad at him who scoff'd : 43 On him thou mad'ft the battle fall; Nor haft thou ftrengthen'd him at all. 44 His glory thou haft made to ceafe, And marr'd the brightnefs of his face; Haft thrown his throne down to the ground, And fcatter'd all the fragments round; 45 His days of youth haft fhortened,

And him with fhame haft covered—
46 How long wilt thou thyfelf retire?
How long fhall burn thy wrath like fire?
47 Remember, Lord, how fhort a time
I dwell with men in earthly clime;
Hafte, hafte, return to me again:
Thou haft not made me Man in vain.
48 Behold, I die to do thy will;

And, after death, I'll mount thy hill:
I die for men; for who is he
That lives, and death fhall never fee?

And

49

And who, unless the Lord fhould fave,
Should free his foul out of the grave?
Remember, Lord, thy kindneffes,
Which thou didft fwear to David's face;
That I fhould rife again, and Ging
To thee, my Father, God, and King.
50 O wipe away my fad difgrace,

Which I have bore for thy dear race.
51. And let thy foes, who rage and roar
Against thee, roar and rage no more:
For they have rais'd their horn on high,
The Lord's Anointed to defy.-
52 The praifes of the Lord our God,
Let all the faithful found broad:
The Lord and his ANOINTED reign:
Amen, for evermore; amen.

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PSALM Xc:

THE fenfe is obvious.

A fong of Mofes, man of God,
Infpir'd with heav'nly fire,
Who for the Prince Meffiah food,
And tun'd his fateful lyre:
The days of man are but a span,
And fy like fhades away;
But ev'ry faithful-hearted one

Shall reign with Chrift for aye.

1 LORD, thou haft been our dwelling-place In generations all:

2 Before thou did't the mountains trace Upon this earthly ball;

Ere thou a being did❜ft impart

To all the worlds abroad; Ev'n thou from everlafting art To everlafting God.

3 But man, fubjected to decay,
Muft fad mutation know,'

And fall deftroy'd, to death a prey,
Till thou revoke the woe:
For thou wilt fay, Return again,
Ye fons of men, return;

The grave fhall yield alive her flain,
And death bereav'd fhall mourn.

4 But, in thy fight, a thousand years
Seem but as yesterday,

Or as a watch by night appears,
When paft and fled away.

5 Thou carrieft them as with a flood,
Like wreck along the wave,
Till they are fwallow'd in the blood-
And-bone-devouring grave:

They flumber on full many a year,
A length of time unknown,
Till thou, O glorious Lord, appear
'To raise the overthrown :

Haw foon, O. Ifra'l, is thy day,

When thou muft drink thy cup,
And on the bed of death thee lay,
Till Chrift fhall roufe thee up!

6 Man, in the morning of his day,
Is like the tender flow'r;

It fmiles and hails the new born ray,
And glories for an hourg

But when the fervent noon-day beams
Have beat upon its head,,

It's vap'ry fpirit flies in fteams,
And leaves it funk and dead :

So by thine anger we're confum'd, mats I
And troubled by thy wrath,

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Within the darksome charnel doom'd
To be devour'd by death.

8 For thou our fins bast made the butt
At which thine arrows fly;

And our iniquities haft put
Direct before thine eye..

9 Therefore our days fly all away,"
Pursued by thy wrath;

And leave us lone, a mangled prey,
Caught in the jaws of death:
Our days are like a tale twice told,
And like a bird that's flown;
In fpending they grow ftale and old,
And, fpent, no more are known.

10 Our days and years, the utmost fum,
Are threefcore years and ten,
Or if, by strength, there may be fome
The length of fourfcore gain;
Yet is their strength but labour hard,
With forrow, pain, and toil:
We fly away, and foon are fear'd,
Like birds by fowler's guile.

11 Who knows the pow'r, Lord, of thy wrath?
If once thy wrath fhall blow,
To ftem the way is inftant death,.
And endlefs overthrow!!

Thy wrath, according to thy fear,
Is paft conception, all;

2 Teach us our end in mind to bear,
And frailty to recal ;

So fhall we then our hearts apply

Unto thy wisdom, Lord;
And meditate continually

On thy eternal Word.

73 Return, return, O Lord, how long
Wilt thou remain away?

Comě, turn our mourning into fong,
And our long night to day.

14 O fatisfy thy fervants, thou,
Right early with thy love;"
And give us confolations now,
Which shall no more remove:

15 So fhall we triumph evermore,
And all our days be glad,

When all thefe tranfient scenes are o'er,
Wherewith thou mad'ft us fad.

16 O let thy work and pow'r appear
Unto thy fervants foon,

And let thy glory, bright and clear,
Unto their fons be shown:

17 And let the beauty of the Lord,
Our God and Saviour dear,

Shine forth, according to thy word, he?
In thine accepted year:

Meffiah, then, fhall lead our path;^; ni?
And thou, O God, approve..
Our works of gratitude and faith w
Our labours, and our lover

PSA EM XCI.

ALTHOUGH, by applying it directly to Christ, Matth. iv. 6. Satan may be faid to have approved himself a better commentator upon this Pfalm than many of his minifters; yet it is not upon his authority, but upon that of the prophet of God, If. xliii. 2. and xlix. 2, &c. that the following paraphrafe, and application of the whole Pfalm to the Meffiah is built.

Beneath the high, der-fhading wing
Of the Almighty, fafely lodg'd,
Behold, ye faints, behold and fing,
Your Surety juftify'd when judg'd
The promifes are fure and feal'd,"
Confirmed in THE WOMAN'S SEED,
Whofe bruifed beel the Lord hath wald,
For bruifing of the Serpent's head!
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