p 1 1No L. M. Carthage. [b] FOW let our mournful songs record e 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; d 'He rescu❜d others from the grave; 'Now let him try himself to save. 3 'This is the man did once pretend 'God was his Father and his Friend: 'If God the blessed lov'd him so, 'Why doth he fail to help him now?" o 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their power. p 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. -6 But God his Father heard his cry; o Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; -The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. PSALM 23. L. M. Green's. Islington. [*] God our Shepherd. 1 MY Shepherd is the living Lord; His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. 2 In pastures where salvation grows p 3 My wand'ring feet his ways mistake; p 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale, -My heart and hope shall never fail, Like oil of gladness at a feast.] 1[M Jehovah is his name: TY Shepherd will supply my need; In pastures fresh he makes me feed, o 2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, e 3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of thy supporting breath -4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, o My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. -5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; e O may thy house be my abode, And all my work be praise! -6 There would I find a settled rest, No more a stranger or a guest, 1 TH S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*] 2 He leads me to the place, e 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me in his own right way, While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear! e Tho' I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd 's with me there. s 5 In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, 6 And joy exalts my head. The bounties of thy love Shall crown my foll'wing days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. PSALM 24. C. M. Abridge. Bedford. [*] Dwelling with God. 1 TH HE earth for ever is the Lord's, With Adam's num'rous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, And built it on the seas. e 2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode ? d He who has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God. 3 This is the man may rise, and take This is the lot of those who seek o 4 Now let our soul's immortal powers o Lift up their everlasting doors; e 5 The King of glory-who can tell L. M. Islington. [*] Saints dwell in Heaven: or Christ's Ascension. d 1 THIS HIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, -He rais'd the building on the seas, PAUSE Oporto. o 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, e Who can this King of glory be? To give his saints a blest abode, PSALM 25. S. M. 1st Part. Little Marlboro'. [b] LIFT my soul to God, My trust is in his name; e Let not my foes that seek my blood Still triumph in my shame. p 2 Sin, and the powers of hell, Persuade me to despair: -Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well, That I may 'scape the snare. e 3 From the first dawning light Till the dark evening rise, e 4 For thy salvation, Lord, I wait, -5 The Lord is just and kind; 0 6 For his own goodness' sake, e 1 S. M. 2nd Part. Dover. [*] WH Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. Divine Instruction. THERE shall the man be found, Who fears t' offend his GodWho loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod ? -2 The Lord will make him know The secrets of his heart; o The wonders of his cov'nant show, And all his love impart. -3 The dealings of his hand With such as to his cov'nant stand, 4 Their souls shall dwell at ease, Their seed shall taste the promises |