7 Amid the throng when I appear,
They mimic with their lips;

They thake their heads, and at me fneer,
While each his neighbour tips.

8 He roll'd himfelf,' fay they, on God, I • And God' may rescue too,

• And bless him in his own abode,
If bleffing be his due.'

9 But thou haft brought me from the womb,
And usher'd in my birth;
And thou wilt lay me in my tomb,
And raise again with mirth.
Lo By thee I hung upon the breast,
And prefs'd my mother's knee;
By thee my mother's heart was blefs'd,.
And fo the Son's fhall be.

21 On thee, my God, on thee alone,
My clafping arms fhall cling.
My Father, caft not off thy Son,
When ferpents hifs and fting:

They wreathe me round, they fuck my blood,,
Envenoming my foul:

O be not far away, my God!
See how they round me roll!

12 Full many a fell tremendous bull
Of Bashan round me roar,
Who fill my foul with anguish full,
And fiercely at me gore:

13 Like lions, how they round me rage,
And, furious, lafh their fides!"
Ten thoufand deaths my foul befiege,,;
And worse my foul abides.

14 My moisture, like a heavy dew
Of blood, around me flows,

While all my bones disjointed fhew,
To feaft my cruel foes.

My

My heart, like wax amidft the fire,
Diffolved in me, dies;

15 My lungs can now no more respire;
My ftrength like vapour flies.

My tongue adhereth to my jaws, In doleful plight I lie; My fpirit pants without a paufe, While no Redeemer's nigh. 16 For dogs furround and press me close, And prey upon me, fierce;

Th' affembled hell-hounds me inclose; My hands and feet they pierce.

17 My racked bones all start and stare,
And they who rack deride;

And while they view my body bare,
They jeft on ev'ry fide.

18 My garments they amongst them fhare, And for my bloody vest

(Because a seamless work and rare) By lot they all conteft.

19 But be not thou, Jehovah, far
Away from helping me;
Upon them turn the tide of war,
My Strength, and make them flee.
20 O rescue now my foul from death,
My Darling from the sword;

And from the dog's devouring breath
Deliver me, O Lord.

21 Lord, pluck me from the lion's jaw,
And from the raging bear;
Preferve me from his ftretched paw,
That grafps my flesh to tear-
Let hallelujahs now be fung,

Jehovah, unto thee!

From horns of unicorns when flung,

Thou haft received me !

22 How glorioufly thy pow'r is shown! (I will the wonder tell!)

For thou haft all my foes o'erthrown,
And made their bed in hell.
23 This triumph is not folely mine;
But all my brethren share :
To them thy character divine,
Thy name, I will declare.

Yea, in th' affembly of the juft,
Whom I have wash'd in blood,
I'll raife thy glory from the duft :
The duft fhall fing to God.
Let all who reverence thy name,
The universal throng

Of Jacob, lift aloud thy fame; :
All Ifra'l join the fong;

24 Because the Lord defpifed not,
Nor indignation bore

25

Against the man of humble lot,
Who did the Lord implore.
Jehovah did not hide his face,
Nor did refufe his ear,

When forrow overwhelm'd my peace:
I cry'd, and he did hear.

I'll fill thy houfe with fongs of praise;
For praife I vow to thee:

Thy church fhall join in all my lays,
And they fhall feast with me.

26 Thy poor afflicted ones fhall eat,
And fhall be fatisfy'd ;

And praise Jehovah for the meat,
Wherewith their foul's fupply'd..

Your heart for evermore fhall live,
Who eat this precious food:
(You eat who do by faith receive
Emmanuel's flesh and blood:

It is not any fruitless fign,
That will relieve the foul;
No real bread, no real wine:
The truth believ'd's the whole.

They only eat this bread divine,
Who on the Lord believe;
They only drink this heav'nly wine,
The Spirit who receive).

27 Let all the earth remember now,
And turn unto the Lord;
Let all the nations to him bow,

And hail TH' EMBODY'D WORD.

28 Because Jehovah is the King,

The kingdom is THE LORD'S;
Let all the heathen round him fing,
The kingdom is THE WORD's.'
29 Proud high-fwoln fons of lofty pride
Shall eat, and homage show,
And bow themfelves on ev'ry fide,
Ere down to duft they go.

There is not one who draweth breath

Of unbelieving men,

Shall fave his foul alive from death
And everlasting pain.

30 But ftill EMMANUEL has a feed,
Who magnify their King;
And generations who fucceed

This fong of CHRIST fhall fing:

31 They unto fons unborn fhall fhew
This everlasting blifs,

The righteoufnefs he brought to view:
Jehovah hath done THIS-

This work of everlasting praife,

PSALM XXIII.

As to this Pfalm, which is evidently spoken wholly in one perfon, the only poffible objection against fuppofing that perfon to be Jefus Chrift, is this, viz. That he himself is the Lord, the good Shepherd, the Shepherd of Ifrael, who laid down his life for his flock; but this is fuch an objection as would lead the faints to conclude, that Jefus Christ is not their Father, Lord, and God, (though he exprefsly declares himself to be fo, John xiii. 13. Rev. xxi. 7.), because he himself, in a certain and peculiar refpect, is the Son, even the Only Begotten, the Eternal Son of the Father, who became the fervant of the Father, that he might bring many fons and daughters to glory.

O Ifra'l, fee thy Shepherd bere,
For all his pafture-sheep appear!
Thy Lord, thy Mediator, be,
For thee, a Jervant deigns to be!
Himfelf becomes like one of you,
And gives his Father glory due,
That ye may fo adore the Son,
And tread the track that he hath run.

MY

Y God's my Shepherd! I'll not care
For any breath of moved air;

The winds may blow, the form may roat;
Jehovah will preserve his ftore:
He'll hide me from the ftormy wind,
And calm the tumults of my mind;
He'll fhade me from the fcorching heat,
And lull my foul in foft retreat.

2 He'll lead me to the pastures green,
And from the wolves my life will screen
He'll feed me by the gentle ftreams,
Where I fhall bafk in funny, beams.

I

3 Although