He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain, 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 1 He heals the weak, and guards the ftrong. 5 The Lord that bruis'd the ferpent's head, PSALM LXIX. 1,-14. Firft Part. Com. Met, I " SA "I fink; and forrows o'er my head 2 "I cry till all my voice be gone, 3"They hate my foul without a caufe,, 4 ""Twas then I paid that dreadful debt "And gave those honours to thy law, "Which finners took away." 5 Thus, in the great Meffiah's name, 6" Now fhall the faints rejoice and find "For I have borne their heavy load 7 "Grief like a garment cloath'd me round, 8 "Amongst my brethren and the Jews, "I like a ftranger stood, And bore their vile reproach, to bring "The Gentiles near to God. 9 "I came in finful mortals ftead, "To do my Father's will, "Yet when I cleans'd my Father's houfe, "They fcandaliz'd my zeal. 10" My fafting and my holy groans 1Q "Were made the drunkard's fong; 11 "He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, Nor let my foul be drown'd; "He rais'd and fix'd my finking feet. 12" 'Twas in a most accepted hour "My pray'r arofe on high, "And for my fake my God fhall hear "The dying finner's cry.” PSALM LXIX. 14,--21, 26, 29, 32. Second Part. Common Metre. The Paffion and Exaltation of Chrift. N The fuff'rings of our great High Priest, 2 He finks in floods of deep diftrefs; 3 "Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son, "Why should thy fav'rite look like one 4" With rage they perfecute the man "My life upon the ground. 5 "They tread my honour to the duft, 6" All my reproach is known to thee, Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, 7 "I look'd for pity, but in vain; "My kindred are my grief; "I afk my friends for comfort round, 8 "With vinegar they mock my thirst, 9 "Shine into my distressed foul, "Let thy compaffions fave; "And tho' my flesh fink down to death, "Redeem it from the grave. "I fhall arife to praise thy name, "Shall reign in worlds unknown, "And thy falvation, O my God, "Shall feat me on thy throne." PSALM LXIX. Third Part. Common Metre. Chrift's obedience and death; or, God glorified and finners faved. I FA Ather, I fing thy wondrous grace, He bought falvation for the poor, 2 His deep distress has rais'd us high, His duty and his zeal 3 Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke, His dying groans, his living fongs Shall better please my God, Than harp or trumpet's folemn found, 4 This fhall his humble followers fee, And fet their hearts at reft; They by his death draw near to thee, 5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high While lands and leas affift the sky, 6 Zion is thine, most holy God; Thy Son fhall blefs her gates: PSALM LXIX. First Part. Long Metre. Chrift's paffion and finner's Salvation. EEP in our hearts let us record Behold the rifing billows roll, 2 In long complaints he fpends his breath, To execute their curft defign. 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love |