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10 Not Sinai's Mountain could appear
More glorious, when the Lord was there;
And struck the chosen Tribes with Awe, II How bright the Triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious Pow'rs of Hell,
Were all in Chains like Čaptives led. 12 Rais'd by his FATHER to the Throne,
He sent the promis'd SPIRIT down,
13 WE bless the LORD, the Juft, the Good,
Who fills our Hearts with Joy and Food;
And loads our Days with rich Supplies. 14 He sends the Sun his Circuit round,
To cheer the Fruits, to warm the Ground;
Refresh the thirsty Earth again.
And all our near Escapes from Death :
He heals the Weak, and guards the Strong. 16 He makes the Saint and Sinner prove
The common Blessings of his Love;
17 The Lord that bruis'd the Serpent's Head,
On all the Serpent's Seed fhall tread;
And smite him with a lasting Wound.
From the deep Earth, or deeper Seas y
SA. Break in upon my Soul:
AVE me, O GOD, the swelling Floods “ I fink; and Sorrows o'er my Head
“ Like mighty Waters roll.”
The royal Prophet mourns';
And gives us Joy by Turns.
“ Salvation in my Name, “ For I have borne their heavy Load
“ Of Sorrow, Pain, and Shame. 4 « Grief like a Garment cloth’d me round,
“ And Sackcloth was my Dress, “ While I procur'd for naked Souls
“ A Robe of Righteousness.
“ I like a Stranger stood;
« The Gentiles near to GOD.
6 « I came in sinful Mortals' Stead
“ To do my Father's Will:
“ They scandaliz'd my Zeal.
« Were made the Drunkard's Song;
“ Heard my complaining Tongue.
“ My Pray'r arose on high,
“ The dying Sinner's Cry."
And mournful Pleasure, sing
The Sorrows of our KING.
How high the Waters rise !
He sends perpetual Cries.
“ Nor hide thy shining Face ;
« Forsaken of thy Grace?
“ That groans beneath thy Wound,
“ 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
Name. 14 “ With Vinegar they mock my Thirst;
“They give me Gall for Food; “ And, sporting with my dying Groans,
* They triumph in my Blood. 15 " Shine into my distressed Soul,
« Let thy Compaflions fave; “And though my Fleh sink down to Death,
( Redeem it from the Grave. 16 “ I shall arise to praise thy Name,
« Shall reign in Worlds unknown, « And thy Salvation, O my God!
« Shall feat me on thy Throne."
17 FATHER, I fing thy wondrous Grace,
I bless my SAVIOUR's Name; He bought Salvation for the Poor,
And bore the Sinners' Shame.
His Duty and his Zeal
And finish'd all thy Will.
Shall better please my God,
Than Goats or Bullocks Blood.
20 This shall his humble Follow'rs fee,
And set their Hearts at reft ;
And live for ever bleft.
To God their Voices raife,
And join t' advance thy Praise. 22 Zion is thine, most holy God;
Thy Son shall bless her Gates ;
PS A L M LXX.
To Thee directs its Pray'r :
And lost in empty Air.
Derision's Shout they raise :
In Songs of ceafeless Praise.
And speedieft Aid demand,
And reach thy faving Hand.