HE Wonders, LORD, thy Love hath
wrought,
Exceed our Praife, furmount our Thought;
Should I attempt the long Detail,
My Speech would faint, my Numbers fail.
2 No Blood of Beasts on Altars spilt,
Can cleanse the Souls of Men from Guilt;
But Thou haft set before our Eyes
An All-fufficient SACRIFICE.
3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears !
To thy Defire He bows his Ears,
Affumes a Body well prepar'd,
And well performs a Work fo hard,
4 " Behold, I come," (the SAVIOUR cries,
With Love and Duty in his Eyes)
"I come to bear the heavy Load
"Of Sins; and do thy Will, my God.
5" "Tis written in thy great Decree,
"'Tis in thy Book foretold of Me;
"I must fulfil the SAVIOUR's Part;
"And lo! thy Law is in my Heart.
6 "I'll magnify thy holy Law,
"And Rebels to Obedience draw,
"When on my Crofs I'm lifted high,
"Or to my Crown above the Sky:
7 "The SPIRIT fhall defcend, and show
"What Thou haft done, and what I do;
"The wond'ring World fhall learn thy Grace,
"Thy Wisdom, and thy Righteousness."
PSALM XL. Metre iii.
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WHe to his Suppliant's Want his
ITH patient Hope my GOD I fought;
In happiest Hour apply'd: [Thought
He, from the dark and miry Fit,
High on a Rock has rais'd my Feet,
Nor fear my Steps to flide.
2 His Praife infpires my grateful Tongue,
And dictates to my Lips a Song
In Strains unheard before:
Admiring Crowds his Work fhall fee,
Their Strength on Him repofe with Me,
With Me his Name adore.
Bleft who in Thee, great GoD, confide,
Nor madly trust the Arm of Pride,
And Helps which but betray.
Thy Mercies, LORD, all Praise furmount, Nor Numbers can their Sam recount, Nor Words their Worth display.
4 NO Sacrifice thy Love can win, Nor Off'rings from the Stain of Sin Obnoxious Man fhall clear:
Thy Hand a mortal Frame prepares, (Thy Hand whofe Signature it bears) And opes a willing Ear.
"And fince the Blood of Victims fain, "And hallow'd Gifts, attempt in vain
"T' avert th' Offender's Doom: "Myfelf th' Atonement will provide; (Touch'd with our Woes, the SAVIOUR cry'd) Woes,theSAVIOUR "I come, my GOD, I come.
6 "Thy Book, by facred Bards unroll'd, "My full Obedience has foretold "To thy myfterious Will: "His juft Afient thy Servant gives, "Thy Words my Breaft with Joy receives, My Hands with Zeal fulfil."
Great HELPER and REDEEMER, hear!
O, instant in our Caufe, appear
With Tokens of thy Grace!.
Thy Blifs let All who feek Thee fhare,
And, taught thy Love, that Love declare
In Songs of ceafelefs Praife.
LEST, who with gen'rous Pity glows, Who learns to feel Another's Woes, Bows to the Poor Man's Wants his Ear, And wipes the helpless Orphan's. Tear: In ev'ry Want, in ev'ry Woe, Himself thy Pity, LORD, fhall know..
2 Thy Love his Life fhall guard; thy Hand
Give to his Lot the chofen Land;
Nor leave him in the dreadful Day ·
To unrelenting Foes a Prey;
In Sickness Thou fhalt raife his Head,
And turn with tend'reft Care his Bed:
3 O thankful blefs th' Almighty LORD,
The GoD by Jacob's Sons ador'd,
His Fame, ere Time its Courfe began,
O'er Heav'n's wide Region echoing ran;
To Him, through endlefs Ages, raife
One Song of oft-repeated Praife.
S pants the Hart for cooling Streams,
When heated in the Chace,
So longs my Soul, O GOD, for Thee,
And thy refreshing Grace.
2 For Thee, my GoD, the living God,
My thirty Soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold thy Face,
Thou Majefty divine !
3 Tears are my conftant Food, while thus
Infulting Foes upbraid,
"Deluded Wretch, where's now thy God? “And where his promis'd Aid ?”.
4 Why restlefs, why caft down, my Soul?
Truft GOD, and He'll employ
His Aid for thee; and change these Sighs
To thankful Hymns of Joy.
5 When thy bleft Prefence, LORD of Life,
Has once difpell'd the Storm;
To Thee I'll midnight Anthems fing,
And all my Vows perform.
6 GoD of my Strength, how long shall I
Like one forgotten mourn!
Forlorn, forfaken, and expos'd
To my Oppreffor's Scorn!
7 My Heart is pierc'd as with a Sword,
While thus my Foes upbraid,
"Vain Boafter, where is now thy God?
"And where his promis'd Aid ?"
8 Why restless, why caft down, my Soul?
Hope ftill, and thou fhalt fing
The Praise of Him who is thy GOD,
Thy Health's eternal SPRING.
S pants the Hart for cooling Springs,
So longs my Soul, O KING of Kings,
Thy Face in near Approach to fee,
So thirfts, great Source of Life, for Thee.
When shall I reach thy bleft Abode ?
When meet the Prefence of my GOD?
2 Thy Mercies, LORD, before my Eyes,
Shall yet in sweet Remembrance rife ;
Though Deeps to boift'rous Deeps aloud
Have call'd, and from the bursting Cloud
Their licens'd Rage the Storms have shed,
And heap'd the Billows o'er my Head.
3 Yet 'midft the Storm and 'midst the Wave,
Thy Love the Beams of Comfort gave:
Thy Name to Rapture prompts my Tongue,
My Joy by Day, by Night my Song :
To Thee my Soul afcends in Pray'r,
And in thy Bofom pours its Care..
4 Then why, my Soul, with Care opprefs'd?
And whence the Woes that fill my Breaft?
In all thy Cares, in all thy Woes,
On God thy steadfaft Hope repose;
To Him my Thanks shall still be paid,
My fure DEFENCE, my conftant AID.
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