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A Pfalm of thanksgiving. See Pfal. xcv. and margin.

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The Holy Ghoft constrains us all
Before the Lord our God to fall,
And give to him the glory due,
Whofe mercies are for ever new.

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ITH one confent, and one accord, Let all the people praise the Lord: 2 Come, ferve the Lord with joy, and fing, Soaring to God on lofty wing.

3 Know ye, the Lord is God indeed,

The Son of God, and David's feed:
'Tis he who form'd us in his love,

And gave us grace that ne'er fhall move:
Unto ourselves we nothing owe,
And nothing on ourselves bestow :
We are his work, and only his;
His both our being and our bliss:
We are his people, and the fheep
Whom he doth in his pafture keep:
Let us unto our Shepherd bow;
Our Shepherd's faithful, good, and true.
4 O enter then his gates with praife,
And in his courts his glory raise;
Be thankful to him, blefs his name,
And let your ways your love proclaim.
5 For why? The Lord is always good,
His love from everlasting flood;
His truth endureth evermore:
Let all the world the Lord adore.

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PSALM CI.

CHRIST's undertaking and vow. See Pfal. Lxxv.

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A fong of God's beloved Son,

Which he to David did impart,
Concerning all the ways, anon

To be fulfill'd in Chrift's own heart.

Mercy will and judgment sing;
Mercy and judgment are thy choice:
I'll fing to thee, my God, my King,
And all my fubjects fhall rejoice.
2 With perfect wifdom I will act,

Within my church, my house, my home;
And with a perfect heart will walk:
To me, my God, when wilt thou come?

3 I will endure no Belial thing

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To be at all before mine eyes:.
I hate the works of those who swing
With ev'ry guft of wind that flies,
No froward heart to me shall cleave,
But from me fhall depart away:
No faithless perfon I will fave,

Nor hear the wicked when they pray.

Whofo fhall flander privily

His neighbour, I will cut him off:
The proud and domineering eye,

Unknown by me, shall stand aloof. 6 Upon the faithful of the land...

Mine eye fhall look, and always fmile:
The man who walks in thy command,
My Servant, yea, my Son, I style.
7 But he that worketh bafe deceit
Within my house fhall never dwell;
Nor fhall he tarry in my fight,
Who wicked wanton lies will tell.

8 I will deftroy the curfed tares,

As faft as they fhall fill the ground; My zeal no evil-doers bears

To be within God's city found.

PSALM CII.

In this Pfalm we behold the fufferings of Chrift, as expreffed in his own perfon, by the Holy Ghoft, from the beginning to verfe 12. contrafted with the following glory, as declared by the fame Spirit in the perfon of the Father, from verfe 12. to 23. Then, from the 23. to the middle of verfe 24. the dialogue is again renewed, as at the beginning of the Pfalm, in the perfon of the Son-to whom, from the middle of ver. 24. to the end of the Pfalm, the Father is again represented, as replying according to the former manner, mentioned from ver. 12 to 23.: for fo this Pfalm, ver. 25, &c. is exprefsly applied and interpreted by the Holy Ghoft, Heb. i.Unto the Son he faith, Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever-And thou, Lord, in the beginning, haft laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the works of thine hands,' &c.

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And they fhall be changed: but thou art the fame, and thy years fhall not fail."

A pray'r of God's afflicted Son,
With anguifh well-nigh overwhelm'd-
When to the Lord he pour'd his moan,
He found his fpirit all becalm'd.

LORD hear my pray'r, and let my cry

Afcend into thine ear and heart;

For by thine arrows pierc'd I lie;
My fpirit's drunk by fire and dart.
2 Hide not thy face from me, when I,
In my calamity and pain,

Mourn, Lord, to thee; O speedily
To this my call an answer deign.

3 My days are all confum'd to smoke,

My bones are burnt up as an hearth;
4 My heart, with grief and anguila broke,
Like grafs, is wither'd on the earth:
My foul forgets and loaths her bread,
My Father's wrath poffeffeth me;
I'm almoft number'd' with the dead;
Yet death from me doth daily flee.
5 By reafon of my groaning voice,
My fkin adhereth to my bones;
My flesh is fled with all my joys,
And nothing left but fighs and moans.
6 I'm like the mournful pelican,
Alone in wildernefs, and lorn;
Or, like the desert owl, a man
Of all my fellow-men the fcorn.

7 I like a mateless sparrow am,

That watches on houfe-top alone;
No man regardeth whence I came;
No man regardeth when I'm gone.
8 I'm like a lamb among the wolves;
My foes devour me all the day;
In mad-fworn wrath, each one refolves
Who fhall be firft my foul to flay.

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I've eaten afhes for my bread,

And mingled all my drink with tears; 10 But 'tis thine anger makes me bleed; Thine anger fills my heart with fears: For thou haft lifted me on high,

And dafh'd me fiercely down again; My heavy fetters, Lord, untie,

And loofe me from my weighty chain.

11 My days are as a vapour flown,
And like a fhadow fled away:

I'm wither'd like the grafs, and blown
About, the sport of ev'ry day.-

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12 But thou, O Lord, when this thy day Of fad calamity and tears

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Is wholly spent, and blown away,
Shalt live an endless length of years:
Thou fhalt for evermore endure,
Thy memory thro' ages all

Shall, like the fun, be bright and pure,
Nor any blot fhall thereon fall.

Thou fhalt arife, and mercy have
Upon thy Zion, in the day

When thou fhalt triumph o'er the grave,
And unto death, BE SLAIN, fhalt fay:
Behold, the time of favour comes,
The very time which thou haft fet;
Jerufalem thy glory blooms;

Zion, thy God is at thy gate.

14 Thy fons take pleasure in thy stones, O thou belov'd Jerufalem:

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Zion, thy God hath heard thy groans,
He comes from duft to raise thy name.

So fhall the nations round thee fear
Thy name, O Chrift, my holy King;
So fhall the kings their glory dear,

With all their off'rings, to thee bring.. 16 When thou, O Lord, fhalt Zion build, Thou in thy glory fhalt appear;

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And be thyself their Sun and Shield,

A Sun and Shield for ever near.

1 The pray'rs of all the deftitute

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Their High-prieft never will defpife; 1
For he himself was cloth'd about,

With all the like infirmities.

18 This fhall be wrote for future times, Thro' generations all to come;

For people in remoteft climes,

Whom their Creator shall bring home.

19 They

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