PSALM XXXIX. 9-13. Third part. Sick-bed devotion or, Pleading without repining – OD of my life, look gently down, But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare difpute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy fervants, Lord, 3 Yet may I plead with humble cries, 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand,. 5 [This mortal life decays apace, How foon the bubble's broke ! 6 I'm but a fojourner below, 7 But if my life be spar'd a while Thy praife fhall be my bus'nefs ftill Ι 'I PSALM XL. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. Ist part. Com. Met. 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad; 5 How many are thy thoughts of love! 6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low, My God beholds my heavy woe, PSALM XL. 6-9. Second part. Com. Metre. HUS faith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt off'rings o'er, "In dying goats and bullocks flain, "My foul delights no more." 2 Then fpake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, My God, to do thy will; "Whate'er thy facred books declare, 3" Thy law is ever in my fight, 4 And fee, the bleft Redeemer comes, And at th' appointed time affumes 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he fhew'd, 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, And to fulfil a Saviour's part, PAUSE. 7 No blood of beasts on altars fhed, Could wash the confcience clean, But the rich facrifice he paid, Atones for all our fin. 8 Then was the great falvation fpread, Thus by the woman's promis'd feed, PSALM XL. 5-10. Long Metre, TH Chrift our facrifice. HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise, furmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail, My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, Can cleanse the fouls of men from guilt; 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears, 5 "Tis written in thy great decree, 6"I'll magnify thy holy law, 7" The Spirit fhall defcend and show PSALM XLI. 1, 2, 3. Charity to the poor: or, Pity to the afflicted. Whofe foul by fympathizing love 2 His heart contrives for their relief, Shall find the Lord has bowels too. 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth, PSALM XLII. 1-5. First part. Defertion and hope: or, Complaint of absence from I WITH public worship. 7ITH earnest longings of the mind, So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook. 2 When fhall I fee thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? 3 Temptations vex my weary foul, |