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PSA L M XL. Metre ii.
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 hast set before our Eyes
An All-fufficient Sacrifice. 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears !
To thy Desire He bows his Eats, Àfumes 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,
“ Or to my Crown above the Sky :
46 What Thou hast done, and what I do ; « The wond'ring World shall learn thy Grace, Thy Wisdom, and thy Righteousness.”
PSA L M XL. Metre iii.
He to his Suppliant's Want his
Nor fear my Steps to slide.
In Strains unheard before : Admiring Crowds his Work shall see, Their Strength on Him repose with Me,
With Me his Name adore.
And Helps which but betray.
Obnoxious Man shall clear: Thy Hand a mortal Frame prepares, (Thy Hand whose Signature it bears)
And opes a willing Ear. 5
"And since the Blood of Victims Alain, “ And hallow'd Gifts, attempt in vain
“T? avert th' Offender's Doom : « Myself th’ Atonement will provide ; (Touch'd with our Woes, the Saviour cry’d)
come, my God, I come.
6 “ Thy Book, by sacred Bards unroll’d,
My full Obedience has foretold
“To thy mysterious Will :: “ His just Аlient thy Servant gives, “ Thy Words my Breast with joy receives,
My Hands with Zeal fulfil.” 7 Great HELPER and Rede MER, hear! O, instant in our Cause, appear
With Tokens of thy Grace! .
PSA L M XLI.
Who learns to feel Another's Woes,
Himself thy Pity, LORD, shall know. 2 Thy Love his Life shall guard; thy Hand
Give to his Lot the chosen Land;
And turn with ten:Preft Care his Beu.. 30 thankful bless th’ Almighty Lord,
The Gop by facol's Sons ador'd :
PSALM XLII. Metre i. '.
S pants the Hart for cooling Streams,
When heated in the Chace,
And thy refreshing Grace.
My thirsty Soul doth pine ;
Thou Majesty divine !
Insulting Foes upbraid, “Deluded Wretch, where's now thy God?
« And where his promis'd Aid ?" 4 Why restless, why cast down, my Soul?
Trust God, and He'll employ His Aid for thee; and change these Sighs
To thankful Hymns of Joy. 5 When thy bleft Presence, LORD OF LIFE,
Has once difpell’d the Storm ;
And all my Vows perform,
Like one forgotten mourn! Forlorn, försaken, and expos'd
To my Opprefíor'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 cast down, my Soul ?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing The Praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy Health's eternal SPRING.
Thy Face in near Approach to see,
God? 2 Thy Mercies, LORD, before my Eyes,
Shall yet in sweet Remembrance rise ; Though Deeps to boift'rous Deeps aloud Have callid, -and from the bursting Cloud Their licens'd Rage the Storms have shed,
And heap'd the Billows o'er my Head. 3
Yet 'midst the Storm and 'midst the Wave,
And in thy Bosom pours its Care. 4 Then why, my Soul, with Care oppress’d? And whence the Woes that fill
Breat! In all thy Cares, in all thy Woes, On God thy steadfast Hope repose ; To Him my Thanks shall still be paid, My sure DEFENCE, my constant Aip.