7 Amid the throng when I appear, They thake their heads, and at me fneer, 8 He roll'd himfelf,' fay they, on God, I • And God' may rescue too, • And bless him in his own abode, 9 But thou haft brought me from the womb, 21 On thee, my God, on thee alone, They wreathe me round, they fuck my blood,, O be not far away, my God! 12 Full many a fell tremendous bull 13 Like lions, how they round me rage, 14 My moisture, like a heavy dew While all my bones disjointed fhew, My My heart, like wax amidft the fire, 15 My lungs can now no more respire; 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 while they view my body bare, 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 And from the dog's devouring breath 21 Lord, pluck me from the lion's jaw, 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, Yea, in th' affembly of the juft, Of Jacob, lift aloud thy fame; : 24 Because the Lord defpifed not, 25 Against the man of humble lot, When forrow overwhelm'd my peace: I'll fill thy houfe with fongs of praise; Thy church fhall join in all my lays, 26 Thy poor afflicted ones fhall eat, And praise Jehovah for the meat, Your heart for evermore fhall live, It is not any fruitless fign, They only eat this bread divine, 27 Let all the earth remember now, And hail TH' EMBODY'D WORD. 28 Because Jehovah is the King, The kingdom is THE LORD'S; There is not one who draweth breath Of unbelieving men, Shall fave his foul alive from death 30 But ftill EMMANUEL has a feed, This fong of CHRIST fhall fing: 31 They unto fons unborn fhall fhew The righteoufnefs he brought to view: 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, MY Y God's my Shepherd! I'll not care The winds may blow, the form may roat; 2 He'll lead me to the pastures green, I 3 Although |