I look'd upon my left-alas!
No friend I faw in my diftrefs:
They all deferted me, they fled
They ftood at diftance-all afraid;
No refuge was at all for me!
My grief with pity none would fee-
5 I cry'd to thee, O Lord, I faid,
On thee alone my foul is flaid;
Thou art my refuge, and my lot
In land of life, forget me not:
6 Attend unto my mournful cry;
I very low before thee ly:
Deliver me from all my foes,

Who me purfue with mortal blows:
7 O rescue, Lord, my foul from hell,
And let me not in prifon dwell;
That I may praise thy holy name,
And found thine everlafting fame:
The righteous fhall encompass me,
When they thy bounty to me fee;
They fhall rejoice exceedingly,.
To fee me reign with thee on high.

THE continued grief, mourning, interceffion, and prayers of the Lord Jefus, the Servant of the Father, perfevering to the death, till death is fwallowed up of life. See the laft, with Pfal, lxiii. lxxvii. &c.

A fong of grief and mournful we,
When God's beloved Son did go

Through floods of death, through floods of hell,
To fave his church he lov'd fo well.

LORD, my fupplications hear; Unto my pray'r O lend thine ear; I plead thy truth and faithfulness: Lord, anfwer me in righteousness. 2 Wilt thou not into judgment call Thy Servant, Lord, who ftands for all Thy chofen thou haft granted him, Whose blood fhall purge away their crime?

If he fhould in a tittle fail,

Would not the Lord detain the Bail,
Confin'd within the dungeon deep,
In utter darknefs ftill to weep?
For in thy fight no living fhall
Be juftify'd, by thee, at all;
Behold they all aftray are gone,
And are corrupted ev'ry one:
But, lo, thou haft appointed me
To stand for them, and plead their plea;
That I may all thy chofen give
With me eternally to live:

3 Unto the death, behold, I cleave,
And bend for them unto the grave:
The enemy hath fmote me down,
And roll❜d in duft my royal crown:
In darkness he hath made me dwell,
Poffeffed by the deeps of hell;
4 My fpirit's overwhelm'd in me,
My heart is toft as billows be.
5 I call to mind the days of old,
And all thy ways my thoughts unfold;
I daily meditate and mufe

On all the works Jehovah does.

6 To thee I ftretch my weary hands; For thee I thirst, as weary lands

In fummer's drought, for moift'ning rain, Until thou me revive again;

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7 Lord, grant my pray'r full fpeedily;
My fpirit faileth while I cry,

And makes a plaintive ncife to thee;
O hide no more thy face from me :
For I'm efteem'd a broken reed,
And well nigh number'd with the dead;
Nay, down into the duft I fall:
Lord, wilt not thou my foul recal?
8 Wilt thou not in the morning make
My foul from duft and death awake;
And caufe me then thy voice to hear;
And all thy glory to appear?

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My body then shall spurn the dust,
And fly to thee in whom I trust:
Caufe me, O Lord, to know my way,
And lead me to the fpring of day:
Behold, I lift my foul to thee;

From all my foes deliver me:

To thee, O Lord, my fpirit fprings;
O hide thou me beneath thy wings.
10 Teach me to do thy holy will,
For thou'rt my God, my Guardian still:
Thy Spirit's good; O lead me thou
Unto thy land of glory now.

II Revive me for thine own name's fake,'
And from the duft my life awake;
In justice lead me to thy throne;
Let juftice crown the work I've done :

In faithfulness my foul fet free;
12 In mercy flay my foes for me;
Lord, let deftruction on them roll,
Who roll themselves against my foul:
For I'm thy Servant evermore;
Jehovah's juftice I implore:
Let death and hell destroyed fall!
Thy King unto thy glory call!

For

For death and hell, fubdu'd by me,
In utter darknefs funk muft be;

That I, O God, thy Christ and King,
Thy church redeem'd to thee may bring.

THE prayers and fufferings of the Lord Jefus Chrift crowned with victory, praife, benediction, and triumph, evermore. Similar to Pfalms viii, xviii. &c.

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Let all the children loudly fing,

And chant to God their choiceft lays,
Who triumph with the Lord their King,
Who won for them eternal, bays!

LESS'D be Jehovah evermore,

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My Strength, my Rock, who teacheth me, When tides of war against me roar,

To roll them back on their own fea. 2 My Mercy and my Fortress, he, My Tow'r, my Elevation high,

My Sun, my Shield, my Sword, shall be
My God, on whom I will rely:

'Tis he my people shall fubdue,
And fays, My kingdom fhall be thine;
For ev'ry knee to thee fhall bow,
And tongue confefs thy pow'r divine.
3 Lord, what is man, (thou knoweft him!)
Or Son of Man, that he should be
Advanc'd to glory fo fublime,

To dwell and reign, O God, with thee!

4. Yet man is like to vanity;

His days as fhadows pafs away,

And, like the vapours of the fky,
His prefent likeness fhall decay.
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5 Lord, let thy wonders all appear;

O bow thy heav'ns and come thou down; Touch thou the hills, they'll fly for fear;

The mountains fmoke when thou shalt frown.

6 Caft forth thy lightnings all abroad,

And fill the world with fear around, And scatter all my foes, O God;

Let them in their own floods be drown'd. 70 downwards reach thine hand to me, And rid me from the raging wave, For rolling waters round me be: Me from the fons of Belial fave.

8 Their mouths in ambushment they lay; With lies they occupy their ground, While hell's artillery they play,

And throw their falfehoods all around.

9 But I, victorious over all,

Victorious by thy word of truth,
Will all the pow'rs of mufic call
Into my heart, into my mouth;

And I will fing, O God, and play
A new-fong unto thee aloud,
And all my faints, in joyful lay,
Shall fing the praifes I have vow'd.
10 'Tis he, my God, the King of kings,
Who gives falvation unto men,
Who his belov'd Meffiah brings

(From death and hell, with him to reign:

11 Ev'n fo, my God, deliver me

From ferpent's pow'r, and ferpent's feed ;

Let me, the woman's Seed, go free, When I have bruis'd' the ferpent's head.

12 Let Zion's fons, as plants grown up, The glory of the God of truth,

Bloom,