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PSA L M XL. Metre ii.
HE Wonders, LORD, thy Love hath

Exceed our Praise, surmount 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 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,
" When on my Cross I'm lifted high,

“ Or to my Crown above the Sky :
7 “ The SPIRIT shall descend, and show

46 What Thou hast done, and what I do ; « The wond'ring World shall learn thy Grace, Thy Wisdom, and thy Righteousness.”

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PSA L M XL. Metre iii.
TITH patient Hope my God I foughts

He to his Suppliant's Want his
In happiest Hour apply'd: [Thought
He, from the dark and miry Pit,
High on a Rock has rais’d my Feet,

Nor fear my Steps to slide.
2 His Praise inspires my grateful Tongue,
And dictates to my Lips a Song

In Strains unheard before : Admiring Crowds his Work shall see, Their Strength on Him repose with Me,

With Me his Name adore.
3 Bleft who in Thee, great God, confide,
Nor madly truit the Arm of Pride,

And Helps which but betray.
Thy Mercies, LORD, all Praise surmount,
Nor Numbers can their Sain recount;
Nor Words their Worth display.

4 NO Sacrifice thy Love can win,
Nor Off'rings from the Stain of Sin

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.

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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! .
Thy Bliss let All who seek Thee (harc,
And, taught thy Love, that Love declare
In Songs of ceaseless Praise.

LEST, who with gen'rous l'ity 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, shall know. 2 Thy Love his Life shall guard; thy Hand

Give to his Lot the chosen Land;
Nor leave him in the dreadful Day
To unrelenting Foes a Prey ;
In Sickness Thou shalt raise bis Head,

And turn with ten:Preft Care his Beu.. 30 thankful bless th’ Almighty Lord,

The Gop by facol's Sons ador'd :
His Fame, ere Time its Course began,
O'er Heav'n's wide Region echoing ran;
To Him, through endless Ages, raise
One Song of oft-repeated Praise.

PSALM XLII. Metre i. '.

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 thirsty Soul doth pine ;
O when shall I behold thy Face,

Thou Majesty divine !
3 Tears are my constant Food, while thus

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 ;
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, 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.

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Thy Face in near Approach to see,
So thirsts, great Source of Life, for Thee.
When shall I reach thy bleft Abode ?
When meet the Presence of


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,
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 ascends in Pray'r,

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.

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