10 Not Sinai's Mountain could appear
More glorious, when the LORD was there;
While He pronounc'd his dreadful LAW,
And ftruck the chofen Tribes with Awe,

11 How bright the Triumph none can tell, When the rebellious Pow'rs of Hell,

That thousand Souls had Captive made,
Were all in Chains like Captives led.

12 Rais'd by his FATHER to the Throne,
He fent the promis'd SPIRIT down,
With Gifts and Grace for Rebel Men,
That God might dwell on Earth again.

PART IV.

13 WE blefs the LORD, the Juft, the Good, Who fills our Hearts with Joy and Food; Who pours his Bleffings from the Skies, And loads our Days with rich Supplies.

14 He fends the Sun his Circuit round,
'To cheer the Fruits, to warm the Ground;
He bids the Clouds with plenteous Rain
Refresh the thirfty Earth again.

15 "Tis to his Care we owe our Breath,
And all our near Escapes from Death:
Safety and Health to GoD belong;
He heals the Weak, and guards the Strong.
16 He makes the Saint and Sinner prove
The common Bleffings of his Love;
But the wide Diff'rence that remains
Is endless Joy, or endless Pains.

17 The LORD that bruis'd the Serpent's Head,
On all the Serpent's Seed fhall tread;
The ftubborn Sinner's Hope confound,
And fmite him with a lafting Wound.

18 But his Right-Hand his Saints fhall raise
From the deep Earth, or deeper Seas
And bring them to his Courts above,
There fhall they tafte his special Love.

'SA

AVE me, O GOD, the fwelling Floods "Break in upon my Soul :

"I fink; and Sorrows o'er my Head "Like mighty Waters roll."

2 Thus in the great MESSIAH's Name The royal Prophet mourns';

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Thus he awakes our Hearts to Grief,
And gives us Joy by Turns.

"Now shall the Saints rejoice, and find
"Salvation in my Name,

"For I have borne their heavy Load

"Of Sorrow, Pain, and Shame.

"Grief like a Garment cloth'd me round,.

"And Sackcloth was my Drefs,

"While I procur'd for naked Souls

"A Robe of Righteousness.

5" Amongst my Brethren and the Jews "I like a Stranger ftood;

"And bore their vile Reproach, to bring "The Gentiles near to God.

6 "I came in finful Mortals' Stead "To do my Father's Will:

"Yet when I cleans'd my Father's House, "They fcandaliz'd my Zeal.

"My Fafting and my holy Groans
"Were made the Drunkard's Song;
"But God, from his celeftial Throne,
"Heard my complaining Tongue.

8 'Twas in a moft accepted Hour
"My Pray'r arofe on high,
"And for my Sake my GOD fhall hear
"The dying Sinner's Cry."

PART II.

9 NOW let our Lips, with holy Fear
And mournful Pleafure, fing
The Suff'rings of our great HIGH-PRIEST,
The Sorrows of our KING.

10 He finks in Floods of deep Distress;
How high the Waters rife!
While to his heav'nly Father's Ear
He fends perpetual Cries.

II "Hear me, O LORD, and fave thy Son,
"Nor hide thy fhining Face;
"Why fhould thy Fav'rite look like one
"Forfaken of thy Grace?

12" With Rage they perfecute the Man
"That groans beneath thy Wound,
"While, for a Sacrifice, I pour
"My Life upon the Ground.

13 "All my Reproach is known to Thee, "The Scandal and the Shame;

Reproach hath broke my bleeding Heart, "And Lies defil'd my Name.

14 "With Vinegar they mock my Thirst; "They give me Gall for Food; "And, fporting with my dying Groans, They triumph in my Blood.

15" Shine into my diftreffed Soul,

"Let thy Compaffions fave;

"And though my Flefh fink down to Death, "Redeem it from the Grave.

16 "I fhall arife to praise thy Name,
"Shall reign in Worlds unknown,
"And thy Salvation, O my God!
"Shall feat me on thy Throne.'

PART III.

17 FATHER, I fing thy wondrous Grace,
I blefs my SAVIOUR'S Name;
He bought Salvation for the Poor,
And bore the Sinners' Shame.

18 His deep Diftrefs has rais'd us high,
His Duty and his Zeal

Fulfill'd the Law which Mortals broke,
And finish'd all thy Will.

19 His dying Groans, his living Songs,
Shall better please my GoD,

Than Harp or Trumpet's folemn Sound,
Than Goats or Bullocks Blood.

20 This fhall his humble Follow'rs fee,
And fet their Hearts at reft;

They by his Death draw near to Thee,
And live for ever bleft.

21 Let Heav'n, and all that dwell on high,
To Gob their Voices raife,
While Lands and Seas affift the Sky,
And join t' advance thy Praise.

22 Zion is thine, moft holy GOD;
Thy Son fhall blefs her Gates;
And Glory purchas'd by his Blood,
For thy own Ifrael waits.

ASTE to my Aid, my SAVIOUR,hafte;

H My Soul, by hoftile Numbers thas'd,

To Thee directs its Pray'r

In wild Confufion backward borne,
Their With defeated let them mourn,
And loft in empty Air.

2 Be Shame their juft Reward affign'd,
While round me, with relentless Mind,
Derifion's Shout they raife:

Thy Bliss let All who feek Thee fhare,
And taught thy Love, that Love. declare
In Songs of ceafeless Praife.

3 While thefe in thy Salvation joy,
Increasing Griefs my Thought employ,
And speedieft Aid demand,

My HELPER and REDEEMER, hear!
O, inftant in my Caufe appear,
And reach thy faving Hand.