8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest;

He's your defence, your joy, your reft;
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the strength of ev'ry faint,

PSALM LXVIII. 17, 18, Second Part.
Christ's afcenfion, and the gift of the Spirit.

on , Ten thou fand angels fill'd the sky; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait,

Like chariots that attend thy state. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear

More glorious when the Lord was there;
While he pronounc'd his dreadful law,

And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 3 How bright the triumph none can tell,

When the rebellious pow’rs of hell,
That thousand fouls had captive made,

Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'd by his father to the throne,

He sent the promis'd Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.

PSALM LXVIII. Third Part. 19, 9, 20, 21, 22.
Praise for temporal blessings; or, Common and spe-

cial mercies.
7E blefs the Lord, the Just, the good,

Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
Who pours his blessings from the skies,

And loads our days with rich supplies. 2 He sends the fun his circuit round,

To chear the fruits, to warm the grounds

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He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain,

Refresh the thirsty earth again.
3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath,

And all our n-ar escapes from death:
Safety and health to God belong,

He heals the weak, and guards the strong. 4 He makes the faint ar ! finner prove

The common blessings of his love; ·
But the wide difference that remains

Is endless joy or endless pains.
5 The Lord that bruis’d the serpent's head,

On all the serpent's feed shall tread,
The stubborn finner's hope confound,

And smite him with a lasting wound.
6 But his right hand his faints Thall raise

From the deep earth, or deeper feas:
And bring them to his courts above,

There shall they taste his special love.
PSALM LXIX. 1,-14. First Part. Com. Met.
The Sufferings of Christ for our Salvation.

AVE me, O God, the swelling flods “ Break in upon my

foul: " I sink; and sorrows o'er my head

“ Like mighty waters roll.
2." I cry till all my voice be gone,

“ In tears I waste the day;
“ My God, behold my longing eyes,

“ And shorten thy delay.
3 “ They hate my soul without a cause,

46 And Will their number grows,
" More than the hairs around my head,

** And mighty are my foes.

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« 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt

" That men could never pay,
“ And gave those honours to thy law,

" Which finners took away.
5 Thus, in the great Messiah's name,

The royal prophet mourns;
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,

Apd gives us joy by turns.
6 « Now shall the saints rejoice and find

« Salvation in my name,
“ For I have borne their heavy load

“ Of sorrow, pain and shame. 7 " Grief like a garment cloath'd me round,

“ And fackcloth was my dress,
“ While I procur'd for naked souls

“ A robe of righteouiness.
8“ Amongst my brethren and the Jews

" I like a stranger stood, di And bore their vile reproach, to bring

$ The Gentiles near to God. 9 « I came in sinful mortals stead,

“ To do my Father's will, " Yet when I cleans'd my Father's house,

• They scandaliz’d my zeal. 10 " My fasting and my holy groans

“ Were made the drunkard's fong; " But God from his clestial throne

« Heard my complaining tongue. 11 “ He fav'd me from the dreadful deep,

" Nor let my soul be drown'd;
• He rais’d and fix’d: my finking feet

* Og well establish'd ground.

12 "'Twas in a most accepted hour

“ My pray'r arose on high,
" And for my fake my God shall hear

“ The dying finner's cry."

PSALM LXIX. 14,--21, 26, 29, 32. Second Part.

Common Metre.

The Paffion and Exaltation of Christ.
O W let our lips with holy fear

And mournful pleasure fing
The suff'rings of our great High Priest,

The forrows of our King.
2 He sinks in foods of deep distress

How high the waters rise!
While to his heav'nly Father's ear

He sends perpetual cries.
3 “ Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,

“ Nor hide thy shining face;
6 Why should thy fav’rite look like one

“Forsaken of thy grace?
“ With rage they perfecute the man

" That groaps beneath thy wound,
" While for a sacrifice I pour

“ My life upon the ground.
5 " They tread my honour to the dust,

“ And laugh when I complain;
“ Their sharp insulting Nandersadd

“ Fresh anguish to my pain.
6 “ All my reproach is known to thee,

** The scandal and the shame;
Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,
af And lies defild my name.

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Saviour

7 "I look'd for pity, but in vain;

“ My kindred are my grief; “ I ask my friends for comfort round,

“ But meet with no relief. 8" With vinegar they mock my thirst,

“ They give me gall for food; “ And sporting with my dying groans,

“ They triumph in my blood. 2 “ Shipe into my distressed soul,

“ Let thy compassions fave; “ Add tho' my flesh fink down to death,

“ Redeem it from the grave. IO " I shall arise to praise thy name,

“ Shall reign in worlds unknown, " And thy falvation, O my God,

“ Shall seat me on thy throne.” PSALM LXIX. Third Part. Common Metre. Christ's obedience and death; or, God glorified and

finners saved. "Ather, I sing thy wondrous grace, He bought salvation for the poor,

And bore the singer's shame.
2 His deep distress has rais'd us high,

His duty and his zeal
Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke,

And finish'd all thy will.
3 His dying groans, his living songs

Shall better please my God,
Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound,

Than goats or bullocks blood.