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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,
Bold through his fin-atoning blood,
Rejoices in the pangs of death;
And loudly cries, (let finners hear!)
• My God, my Spirit I commend '
• Into thine hands:-Thy fervant dear

• Returns to thee, the finner's friend!? A

I IN thee, Jehovah, I confide;
Do not deftroy my foul:

But, in thy righteoufnefs, provide
A balm to make me whole.

2 When I am finking in the deep,
Incline thine ear to me;

See how the billows o'er me fweep!
How I'm ingulfed fee!

Incline thine ear, reach down thy hand,
And hear my groans, and fave:
I fink in mire, where none can stand,
O'erflown by ev'ry wave.

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3 But thou shalt prove a Rock for me,
A place wherein to dwell,
Where I in fafety ftill fhall be

From all the feas that fwell:

4 For thou, Jehovah, art my Strength,
My Fortress in the fea;

And thou wilt fave my foul at length,
And draw my foul to thee.
5 Into thy hands I recommend:
My fpirit, O my God;

For thou wilt me deliv'rance fend,
And refcue from the flood.

6 O Lord my God, I hated ill;
I hated ev'ry lie:

And, therefore, come to thee I will,
And truft thy verity.

7 Exult I will, and dance, and fing,
And triumph in thy love;
Because thou didst in safety bring
Me to thy joys above.

8 Thou kneweft mine affliction great,
When by my foes entrapp'd,
And pluckedit me from ev'ry ftrait,
My iron fetters fnapp'd.

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;

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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.

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My bones are fcorched to a coal;
The fire of God confumes,
And quite devoureth up my foul,
While hell upon me glooms.
My fins appear a bright drawn fword,
Upon whofe point I fall,

Which hath my inmoft body gor'd,
And me disfigur'd all.

11 How dreadful is the finner's cafe,
Where he himself must bear

What fills my heart with fuch difpeace,
And gives me more to fear!
To all my foes I am a fcorn,

To all my friends a fear,

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And they who fee me, cry Forlorn!-

• What scare-crow have we here??

Both friends and foes retire apace,
And leave me 'lone to mourn,
And ruminate on my difgrace,
Whilft on my rack I turn.
12 I'm fall'n into oblivion bafe,
Like one has long been dead,
Or fragment of a broken vafe,
Upon the dung-hill laid.

13 I've feen the taunting fneer go round,
While horror fill'd my foul,

To fee their cruel rage abound,
And rancour o'er their bowl.
They lay their dark confpiracies,
Infpir'd by deep deceit,
Defiring to decoy my eyes,

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.

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Behold

Behold the malice of my foes,

My foul who perfecute,

And turn the tempeft, Lord, on those
Who give me this purfuit.*^

16 The glory of thy countenance,
Upon me caufe to fhine;

As when the morning fmiles advance,
The frowns of night decline.
17 According to thy gracious word,
Preferve thy fervant dear;

And let no man upbraid the Lord,
Because the Lord I fear.

18 Let them be 'cover'd o'er with fhame
Who have upbraided me;
Who vilify'd thy facred name,
Upbraided let them be.

In filence of the darkfome tomb,
Confounded fhall they ly,

Whofe lips of falsehood, from the womb,
The truth did falfify.

The Lord fhall come in flame and fires
With thousands of his faints,
To execute the judgment dire
For all their just complaints;
The lewd ungodly fons of guile,"
Against the Juft who strive,
For all their fpeeches hard and vile,
Shall then be burnt alive.

19 How great's the goodness thou haft hid,
And treafur'd up, for thofe
Who talk and walk as thou haft bid,
In prefence of their foes!

20 For thou shalt hide them in the wing
Of thy most tender love,

From ev'ry tongue, or dart, or fling,
That shall against them move.

21 Blefs'd

21 Blefs'd be Jehovah for my fake,

For he my foul hath blefs'd,
And to his heav'n he did me take,
Where I fhall ever rest.

22 But when I was approaching near,
I faid, that I must die
Ere I before thee can appear,
And bring my people nigh.

For I behov'd for them to die,
Whofe lives I came to fave;
But thou in death didst hear my cry,
To fnatch me from the grave.
23 Ye fons of mercy, love the Lord,
Ye fons of love and faith,
All cheerfully obey his word,
Who you redeemed hath.

Ye faithful, lift your voice aloud,
New fongs of praise contrive;
The Lord fhall recompenfe the proud,
The humble fave alive.

24 Mounted upon Meffiah's wing,
The faints to heav'n fhall fly;
And there Meffiah's trophies fing,
For them who won the sky.

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

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