4 See him, with gigantic Pace,
Joyous, run his deftin'd Race;
And to all, with welcome Ray,
Life and genial Warmth convey.

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Warmth and Life each thankful Heart Feels thy Word, great GoD, impart ; Which the childlike Mind explores, And to heav'nly Science foars.

6 Preft with Sorrows, Doubts, and Fears, What like this the Spirit cheers ? Taught by this, thy Servant's Breast Joys thy Bleffings to atteft.

PART II.

7 BEST INSTRUCTOR, from thy Ways
Who can tell how oft he ftrays?
Purge me from the Guilt that lies
Wrapt within my Heart's Difguife.

8 Let me thence, by Thee renew'd,
Each prefumptuous Sin exclude:
So my Lot fhall ne'er be join'd
With the Men of impious Mind.

9 Let my 'Tongue, from Error free, Speak the Words approv'd by Thee; To thy all-obferving Eyes

Let my Thoughts accepted rise.

10 While I thus thy Name adore,
And thy healing Grace implore,
Bleft REDEEMER, bow thine Ear,
GOD my Strength, propitious hear.

PSALM XX.

NOW may the God of Pow'r and Grace

Attend his People's humble Cry!

JEHOVAH hears when Ifrael prays,
And brings Deliv'rance from on High.
2 The Name of Jacob's GoD defends,
Better than Shields or brazen Walls;
He, from his Sanctuary, fends

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Succour and Strength, when Zion calls.

Well he remembers all our Sighs;
His Love exceeds our best Deserts;
His Love accepts the Sacrifice

Of humble Groans and broken Hearts.

Some truft in Horfes train'd for War,
And fome of Chariots make their Boafts;
Our fureft Expectations are

From THEE, the LORD of heav'nly Hofts.

5 Now fave us, LORD, from slavish Fear, Now let our Hope be firm and strong, Till thy Salvation fhall appear,

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And Joy and Triumph raise the Song.

WOW great is the MESSIAH'S Joy
In the Salvation of thy Hand!

LORD, Thou haft rais'd his Kingdom high,
And giv'n the World to his Command.

2 Thy Goodness grants whate'er He will,
Nor doth the leaft Requeft withhold;
Bleffings of Love prevent him ftill,
And Crowns of Glory, not of Gold.

3 Honour and Majefty divine
Around his facred Temples fhine
Bleft with the Favour of thy Face,
And Length of everlafting Days.

4 Thine Hand fhall find out all his Foes,
And as a fiery Oven glows

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With raging Heat and living Coals,
So fhall thy Wrath devour their Souls.

PSALM XXII.

WHY has my GOD my Soul forfook,

"Nor will a Smile afford?"

(Thus David once in Anguish spoke, And thus our dying LORD.)

2 Though 'tis thy chief Delight to dwell
Among thy praifing Saints,

Yet Thou canst hear a Groan as well,
And pity our Complaints.

3 Shaking the Head they pafs me by,
And laugh my Soul to fcorn;
"In vain he trufts in GoD, they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."

4 But Thou art He who form'd my Flesh
By thine Almighty Word;
And fince I hung upon the Breast,
My Hope is in the LORD.

5 ONCE did our fuff'ring SAVIOUR pray, With mighty Cries and Tears;

GOD heard him in that dreadful Day,
And chas'd away his Fears.

6 Great was the Vict'ry of his Death; His Throne exalted high;

And all the Kindreds of the Earth
Shall worship, or fhall die.

7 A num'rous Offspring must arise
From his expiring Groans;
They fhall be reckon'd in his Eyes
For Daughters and for Sons.

8 The meek and humble Souls fhall fee His Table richly spread :

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And all that feek the LORD fhall be
With Joys immortal fed.

The Ifles fhall know the Righteousness
Of our incarnate GOD;

And Nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his Blood.

PSALM XXIII. Metre i.

Tlfhall be well fupply'd ;
HE LORD my Shepherd is,

Since He is mine, and I am his,
What can I want befide?

He leads me to the Place

Where heav'nly Pasture grows ;

Where living Waters gently pass,
And full Salvation flows.

3. If e'er I go aftray,

He doth my Soul reclaim;

And guides me in his own right Way,

For his moft holy Name.

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While he affords his Aid,

I cannot yield to Fear;

Tho' I should walk thro' Death's dark Shade,

My SHEPHERD's with me there.

In Sight of all my Foes,

Thou doft my Table spread,
My Cup with Bleffings overflows,
And Joy exalts my Head.

6 The Bounties of thy Love

Shall crown my following Days; Nor from thy Houfe will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy Praise.

PSALM

XXIII.

Metre ii.

Y SHEPHERD will fupply my Need,

MY JEHOVAH is his Name;

In Paftures fresh He makes me feed,
Befide the living Stream.

2 He brings my wand'ring Spirit back,
When I forfake his Ways;

And leads me, for his Mercy's Sake,
In Paths of Truth and Grace.

3 When I walk through the Shades of Death,
Thy Presence is my Stay;
A Word of thy fupporting Breath
Drives all my Fears away.

4 Thy Hand, in Sight of all my Foes,
Doth ftill my Table spread;

My Cup with Bleffings overflows;
Thine Oil anoints my Head.

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