PSALM XXXI. Of all the memorable things, teftified beforehand concerning Chrift in the Pfalms, there is none recorded in the New Testament, as more remarkably and literally fulfilled than his laft words upon the cross, crying with a loud voice, Luke xxiii. 46. Father, into thy hands I commend my fpirit:' which words are evidently taken from the prophetic record in the 5th verfe of this Pfalm. Now, the Pfalm being all spoken in one perfon, this undeniable application of one confpicuous part thereof must infallibly determine the fenfe of the whole, and, confequently, for the fame reafon, of all the parallels thereof; for which the reader is referred to his own fagacity and taste in such matters, and to the marginal references. Meffiah, trusting in bis God Unto his laft expiring breath, • Returns to thee, the finner's friend!? A I IN thee, Jehovah, I confide; But, in thy righteoufnefs, provide 2 When I am finking in the deep, See how the billows o'er me fweep! Incline thine ear, reach down thy hand, 3 But thou shalt prove a Rock for me, From all the feas that fwell: 4 For thou, Jehovah, art my Strength, And thou wilt fave my foul at length, For thou wilt me deliv'rance fend, 6 O Lord my God, I hated ill; And, therefore, come to thee I will, 7 Exult I will, and dance, and fing, 8 Thou kneweft mine affliction great, My feet upon the even ground Did firmly tread along, And, as they mov'd, at ev'ry bound, Beat time unto my fong. 9 Jehovah, now my foul again Unto thy mercy flies; Because my ftrength doth wafte amain, And all my vigour dies. s evanith in my toil; 10 My years evani My heart within me fails; My highs and tears my beauty fpoil, And fore my fpirit ails. My My bones are fcorched to a coal; Which hath my inmoft body gor'd, 11 How dreadful is the finner's cafe, What fills my heart with fuch difpeace, To all my friends a fear, ¢ And they who fee me, cry Forlorn!- • What scare-crow have we here?? Both friends and foes retire apace, 13 I've feen the taunting fneer go round, To fee their cruel rage abound, Till feized in their net. 14 But I, Jehovah, hop'd in thee, And iaid, My God art thou; 15 My times are all in thy decree; Jehovah, rescue now. Behold Behold the malice of my foes, My foul who perfecute, And turn the tempeft, Lord, on those 16 The glory of thy countenance, As when the morning fmiles advance, And let no man upbraid the Lord, 18 Let them be 'cover'd o'er with fhame In filence of the darkfome tomb, Whofe lips of falsehood, from the womb, The Lord fhall come in flame and fires 19 How great's the goodness thou haft hid, 20 For thou shalt hide them in the wing From ev'ry tongue, or dart, or fling, 21 Blefs'd 21 Blefs'd be Jehovah for my fake, For he my foul hath blefs'd, 22 But when I was approaching near, For I behov'd for them to die, Ye faithful, lift your voice aloud, 24 Mounted upon Meffiah's wing, PSALM XXXII. THE Ift and 2d verses of this Pfalm are explained by the apostle, Rom. iv. 6. as defcribing the bleffedness of thofe to whom God imputeth the righteousness of the Meffiah without their own works.-The 3d, 4th, and 5th verses, parallel to Pfal. xxxviii. 2. xxxix. 2. xl. 12. cii. 3—12. exprefs the experience and behaviour of the Meffiah himself, bearing, in patient fufferance and pain, the fins of his own elect, which he confeffed as his |