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4 This shall his humble followers fee,

And set their hearts at rest;
They by his death draw near to thee,

And live for ever blest.
5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high

To God their voices raise,
While lands and leas assist the sky,

And join t' advance the praise. 6 Zion is thine, most holy God;

Thy Sou shall bless her gates:
And glory purchas'd by his blood

For thy own Ifra'l waits.

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PSALM LXIX. First Part. Long Metre.

Christ's passion and finner's Salvation.
EEP in our hearts let us record

The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm his holy soul.
2 In long complaints he spends his breath,

While hosts of hell, and pow'rs of death,
And all the fons of malice join

To execute their curs design.
3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love

Has made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful fuff'rings of thy Son

Aton'd for sins which we had done. 4. The pangs of our expiring Lord

The honours of thy law restor'd:
His forrows made thy justice kaowa,

And paid for follies not his own. 50 for bis fake our guilt forgive,

And let the mourning finger live;

The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hope bę turn'd to shame.


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PSALM LXIX. 7, &c. Second Part. Long Metre.

Christ's sufferings and zeal.
WAS for my fake, ,

Thy Son sustain’d that heavy load
Of base reproach and fore disgrace,

And shame defild his sacred face.
2 The Jews his brethren and his kin,

Abus'd the man that check'd their sin:
While he fulfill'd thy holy laws,

They hate him, but without a cause.
3 [“My Father's house, said he, was made

A place for worship, not for trade;"
Then scatt’ring all their gold and brass,

He scourg'd the merchants from the place.] 4 [Zeal for the temple of his God

Confum'd his life, expos'd his blood;
Reproaches at thy glory thrown

He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.] s [His friends forfook, his followers fled,

While foes and arms surround his head;
They curse him with a Nand'rous tongue,

And the false judge maintains the wrong 1 6 His life they load with hateful lies,

And charge bis lips with blafphemies;
They nail him to the shameful tree;

There hung the man that dy'd for me, 7 [Wretches with hearts as hard as stones

Infult his picty and groups;
Gall was the food they gave him there,
And mock'd his thirst with vinegar,


8 But God beheld; and from his throne

Marks out the men that hate his Son;
The hand that rais'd him from the dead,
Shall pour the veng'ance on their head.
PSALM LXXI. 5,-9. First Part.

The aged saint's reflection and Hope.
Y God, my everlasting hope,

I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,

And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r

With all these limbs of mine;
And from my mother's painful hour

I've been entirely thine.
3 Still has my life new wonders feen

Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care.
4 Caft me not off when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glory fhine

Whene'er thy fervant dies.
5 Then in the histry of my age,

When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in ev'ry page,

In ev'ry line thy praise.
PSALMLXXI. 15,14,16,23, 22, 24. Second part.

Christ our strength and righteoufnefs.
Y Saviour, my almighty friend,

When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing Bumbers ead,
The Dembers of thy grace?

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Thou art my everlasting trust,

Thy goodness I adore !
And since I knew thy graces first,

I speak thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road;
And march with courage in thy strength

To see my Father God.
4 When I am fill?d with fore distress

For some surprizing sin,
I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,

And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell

The vict'ries of my King!
My soul redeem'd from sin and hell

Shall thy falvation sing.
6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim

My Saviour and my God,
Fiis death has brought my foes to shame,

And drown'd them in his blood. 7 Awake, awake, my tuncful pow'rs;

With this delightful fong
I'll entertain the darkest hours,

Nor think the fearon long].

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PSALM LXXI. 17,-21. Third Part.

The aged christian's prayer and song; or, Old age,

Death, and the Resurrection.

OD of my childhood, and my youth,

The guide of all my days,
I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth,

And told thy wondrous ways.

2 Wilt thou forlake my hoary hairs,

And leave my fainting heart? Who hali tultain my finking years,

If God my {trength depart? 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim

To the surviving age,
And leave a favour of thy name

When I shall quit the stage.
4 The land of silence and of death

Attends my next remove;
O may these poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love!

5 Thy righteousoess is deep and high,

Unsearchable thy deeds:
Thy glory (preads beyond the sky,

And all my praise exceeds. 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'niogs roar,

And oft endur'd the grief:
But when thy hand has prest me fore,

Thy grace was my relief.
7 By long experience have I known

Thy fov'reigo pow'r to save;
At thy command I venture down

Securely to the grave.
8 When I lge bury'd deep in dust,

My flesh shall be thy care;
There withering limbs with thee I trust

To raise them (trong and fair.

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