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2. Then spake the Saviour, “Lo, I'm here,
“ My God, to do thy will;
“ Thy servant shall fulfil. 3
Thy law is ever in my light,
“ Į keep it near my heart:
“ To what thy lips impart."
Th' eternal Son appears,
The body God prepares.
And much his truth he few'd,
He pity'd finners cries,
Was made a facrifice.
Could wash the conscience clean,
Atones for all our fin.
And Satan's kingdom shook ;
The ferpent's head was broke.
PSALM XL. 5-10. Long Metre,
Christ our facrifice. *HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail,
My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;
An all-sufficient facrifice.
To thy designs he bows his ears;
And well performs a work so 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 io thy great decree,
“ And lo! thy law is in my heart. 6 "I'll magnify thy holy law,
“ And rebels to obedience draw,
“ Or to my crown above the sky.
" What thou hast done, and what I do;
PSA L M XLI. 1, 2, 3.
And melt with pity to the poor,
Feels what his fellow-faints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief,
More good than his own hands can
Shall find the Lord has bowels 100. 3 His foul shall live secure on earth,
With secret bleflings on his head,
Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his fins forgiv'n,
PSALM XLII. 1-5. First part.
My God, to thee I look;
And taste the cooling brook.
And meet my God again?
My heart endures with pain.
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults withour controul,
" And where's your God at last?" 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on antient days;
Beneath this heavy load?
And sip against my God?
Can all thy woes remove,
And sing restoring love.
PSALM XLII. 6,-II. Second part, Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, Hope in affliction.
Y spirit finks within me, Lord,
But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past dillress record,
When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a fea, and round me spread;
And rising waves roll o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love,
When I address his throne by day,
The night shall hear me sing and pray.
Why doth thy love so long forget “ The foul that groans beneath thy stroke:
5 I'll chide my heart that finks fo low,
Why should my foul indulge her grief?
He is my reft, my sure relief.
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
PSALM XLIV. 1, 2, 3, 8, 15,-26.
Thy works of pow'r and grace, ,
The wonders of their days. 2 How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known; Amongst them did thinc arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
Apd in a chearful throng
And grace was all their song.
Confusion fills our face,
And fools reproach thy grace.
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Of duty thou hast giv'n.
With their destructive breaih,