5 When thou against them doft engage, Their hopes and them confume. 6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous pow'r declare, PSALM XXI. 1-9. Long Metre. Avid rejoic'd in God his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace, But Chrift the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praife. 2 How great is the Meffiah's joy In the falvation of thy hand! Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his command. 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the least request with-hold; Bleffings of love prevent him ftill, And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Honour and majesty divine Around his facred temples fhine, 5 Thine hand fhall find out all his foes; With raging heat and living coals, PSALM XXII. 1-16. First Part. Common Metre. W The fufferings and death of Chrift. HY has my God my foul forfook, 2 Tho' 'tis thy chief delight to dwell 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, 4 Shaking the head they pafs me by, 5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh, 6 Why will my Father hide his face, PAUSE. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bafhan fierce and ftrong. 8 From earth and hell my forrows meet They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, 9 Yet if thy fov'reign hand let loofe 10 My God, if poffible it be, With hold this bitter cup: But I refign my will to thee, II My heart diffolves with pangs unknown, Thy heavy hand hath brought me down 12 Father, I give my fpirit up, And rile at thy command. PSALM XXII. 20, 21, 27,—31. Second Part. Common Metre. I Christ's fufferings and kingdom. N TOW from the roaring lion's rage, "Nor leave thy darling to engage 2 Thus did our fuff'ring Saviour pray 1 3 Great was the vict'ry of his death, 5 The meek and humble fouls shall fee And all that seek the Lord fhall be 6 The ifles shall know the righteousness And nations yet unborn profefs PSALM XXII. Long Metre. Christ's fufferings and exaltation. TOW let our mournful fongs record The dying forrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, As one forfaken of his God. Now 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And thake their heads and laugh in fcorn; "He refcu'd others from the grave; "Now let him try himself to fave. 3" This is the man did once pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him fo, Why doth he fail to help him now? 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they food round like favage beafts; Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their pow'r. 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. PSALM XXIII. Long Metre. M Y fhepherd is the living Lord; His providence and holy word Become my fafety and my guide. 2 In paftures where falvation grows |