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5 When thou against them doft engage,
Thy just, but dreadful doom
Their hopes and them consume,
And thus exalt thy fame;
For thine almighty name.
PSALM XXI. 1-9. Loog Metre.
Christ exalted to tbe kingdom.
Rais'd to the throne by special grace,
Fulfils the triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy
In the salvation of thy hand !
And giv'n the world to his command, 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,
Nor doth the least request with-hold;
And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Honour and majesty divine
Around his facred temples shine,
And length of everlasting days.
And as a fiery oven glows
PSALM XXII. 1-16. First Part.
Nor will a smile afford ?
And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Tho' 'tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising laints, Yet thou
canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3 Oor fathers trusted in thy oame,
And great deliv'rance found; But I'm a worm despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground.
. 4 Shaking the head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to fcoro; " In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
“Neglected and forlorn.”
By thine almighty word,
My hope is in the Lord.
When foes stand threatning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found?
The cruel and the proud,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
And try to vex my heart.
of earth and hell,
The Son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be,
With hold this bitter cup:
And drink the sorrows up.
In groans I waste my breath :
Low as the dust of death.. 12 Father, I give my fpirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
And rise at thy command.
PSALM XXII, 20, 21, 27,-31. Second Part.
Christ's sufferings and kingdom. I
Tow from the roaring lion's rage
O Lord, protect thy Son, « Nor leave thy darling to engage
“ The pow'rs of hell alone.
With mighty cries and tears;
And chas'd away his fears.
3 Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne exalted high :
Shall worship or shall die.
From his expiring groans; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for fons.
His table richly spread;
With joys immortal fed.
Of our incarnate God,
Salvation in his blood.
PSALM XXII. Long Metre.
Christ's sufferings and exaltation. Tow let our mournful fongs record
forrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God. 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shake their heads and laugh in fcorn; “ He rescu'd others from the grave;
“ Now let him try himself to save.
“ God was his father and his friend;
Why doth he fail to help him now? 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests ! How they food round like favage beasts;
Like lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their pow'r.
Till streams of blood each other meet;
And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 6 But God, his father, heard his cry;
Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high;
God our Shepherd.
Now shall my wants be well supply'd; His providence and holy word
Become my fafety and my guide.
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
And all the food divinely blest.
But he restores my soul to peace,
In the fair paths of righteousness, 4 Tho'I walk thro' the gloomy vale
Where death and all its terrors are,
For God my shepherd's with me there. 5. Amidst the darkness and the deeps
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;