5 When thou against them doft engage,

Thy just, but dreadful doom
Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,

Their hopes and them consume,
6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous pow'r declare,

And thus exalt thy fame;
Whilst we glad fongs of praise prepare

For thine almighty name.

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PSALM XXI. 1-9. Loog Metre.

Christ exalted to tbe kingdom.
Avid rejoic'd in God his strength,

Rais'd to the throne by special grace,
But Christ the Son appears at length,

Fulfils the triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy

In the salvation of thy hand !
Lord, thou hast 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;
Blessings of love prevent him ftill,

And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Honour and majesty divine

Around his facred temples shine,
Bleft with the favour of thy face,

And length of everlasting days.
5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes;

And as a fiery oven glows
With raging heat and living coals,
So shall thy wrath devour their fouls.

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PSALM XXII. 1-16. First Part.

Common Metre.
The sufferings and death of Christ.
HY has my God my foul forfook,

Nor will a smile afford ?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,

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.”
5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,

By thine almighty word,
And since I hang upon the breast

My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my Father hide his face,

When foes stand threatning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found?

PAUSE.
7 Behold thy darling left among

The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,

As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet

To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,

And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sov'reign hand let loose
The
rage

of earth and hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise

The Son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be,

With hold this bitter cup:
But I resign my will to thee,

And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,

In groans I waste my breath :
Thy heavy hand hath brought me down

Low as the dust of death.. 12 Father, I give my fpirit up,

And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,

And rise at thy command.

PSALM XXII, 20, 21, 27,-31. Second Part.

Common Metre.

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.
2 Thus did our suff'ring Saviour pray

With mighty cries and tears;
God heard bim in that dreadful day,

And chas'd away his fears.

3 Great was the vict'ry of his death,

His throne exalted high :
And all the kindreds of the earth

Shall worship or shall die.
4 A num'rous offspring must arise

From his expiring groans; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes

For daughters and for fons.
5 The meek and humble fouls shall see

His table richly spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be

With joys immortal fed.
6 The illes Mall know the righteousness

Of our incarnate God,
And nations yet unborn profess

Salvation in his blood.

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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.
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 beasts;

;

Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their pow'r.
5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,

Till streams of blood each other meet;
By lot his garments they divide,

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;
The nations learn his righteousness,
And humble sinners taste his grace.
PSALM XXIII. Long Metre.

God our Shepherd.
Y shepherd is the living Lord;

Now shall my wants be well supply'd; His providence and holy word

Become my fafety and my guide.
2 In pastures where salvation grows

He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,

And all the food divinely blest.
3 My wand'ring feet his ways mistake,

But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy's fake,

In the fair paths of righteousness, 4 Tho'I walk thro' the gloomy vale

Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,

For God my shepherd's with me there. 5. Amidst the darkness and the deeps

Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.