PSALM XXXIX. 9-13. Third part.

Sick-bed devotion or, Pleading without repining –

OD of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains Ifeel;

But I am dumb before thy throne,

Nor dare difpute thy will.

2 Diseases are thy fervants, Lord,
They come at thy command:
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word,.
Against thy chaft'ning hand.

3 Yet may I plead with humble cries,
Remove thy fharp rebukes:
My ftrength confumes, my fpirit dies,
Thro' thy repeated strokes.

4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the duft;

Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand,.
And all our beauty's loft.

5 [This mortal life decays apace,

How foon the bubble's broke !
Adam, and all his num'rous race
Are vanity and smoke.]

6 I'm but a fojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepar'd to go,
When I the fummons hear.

7 But if my life be spar'd a while
Before my laft remove,

Thy praife fhall be my bus'nefs ftill
And I'll declare thy love.

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PSALM XL. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. Ist part. Com. Met.
A fong of deliverance from great diftress.
WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry;
He saw me refting on his word,
And brought falvation nigh.
2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay,
And from my bonds releas'd my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.

3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my chearful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand
In a new thankful fong.

4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad;
The faints with joy shall hear,
And finners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

5 How many are thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not words, nor hours enough
Their numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And light and peace depart,

My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.

PSALM XL. 6-9. Second part. Com. Metre.
The incarnation and facrifice of Chrift.

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,
"Thy fervant fhall fulfil.

3" Thy law is ever in my fight,
"I keep it near my heart:
"Mine ears are open'd with delight
"To what thy lips impart."

4

And fee, the bleft Redeemer comes,
Th' eternal Son appears,

And at th' appointed time affumes
The body God prepares.

5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,

And much his truth he fhew'd,
And preach'd the way of righteoufnefs,
Where great affemblies stood.

6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart,
He pity'd finners cries,

And to fulfil a Saviour's part,
Was made a facrifice.

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,
And Satan's kingdom shook;

Thus by the woman's promis'd feed,
The ferpent's head was broke.

PSALM XL. 5-10. Long Metre,

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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;
But thou haft fet before our eyes
An all-fufficient facrifice.

3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy defigns he bows his ears;
Affumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work fo hard.
4" Behold I come (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes)
"I come to bear the heavy load
"Of fins, and do thy will, my God.

5

"Tis written in thy great decree,
""Tis in thy book foretold of me,
"I muft fulfil the Saviour's part;
"And lo! thy law is in my heart.

6"I'll magnify thy holy law,
"And rebels to obedience draw,
"When on my crofs I'm lifted high,
"Or to my crown above the sky.

7" The Spirit fhall defcend and show
"What thou haft done, and what I do;
"The wond'ring world fhall learn thy grace,
"Thy wildom and thy righteousness.”

PSALM XLI. 1, 2, 3.

Charity to the poor: or, Pity to the afflicted.
LEST is the man whose bowels move,
And melt with pity to the poor,

Whofe foul by fympathizing love
Feels what his fellow-faints endure.

2 His heart contrives for their relief,
More good than his own hands can do;
He in the time of gen'ral grief,

Shall find the Lord has bowels too.

3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth,
With fecret bleffings on his head,
When drought, and peftilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his fins forgiv❜n,
Will fave him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing foul to heav'n.

PSALM XLII. 1-5. First part.

Defertion and hope: or, Complaint of absence from

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public worship.

7ITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;

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?
So long an abfence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary foul,
And tears are my repaft;