3 "Behold the man who did pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the bleffed lov'd him fo, "Why doth he fail to help him now ?" O harden'd people! cruel priests! How they stood round like favage beasts Like lions gaping to devour, When God had put him in their power 5 They wound his head, his hands, his fee Till ftreams 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 finners tafte his grace. WATT Palm XXII. Third Part. C. M. [ LET all Obedience to God due from all Men. ET all the various tribes of men 2 'Tis his prerogative fupreme 3 O'er fubject kings to reign, 'Tis juft that he should rule the world, The rich, whom he with plenty feeds, The fons of want, whom he relieves, 4 With humble confidence to God 5 For he who first their beings gave, Bleft time! when all of human birth Shall to their heirs, his facred truth And glorious acts proclaim. TATE, varied. Plaim XXIII. Common Metre. [*] God's tender Care of his People. HE Lord himfelf, the mighty Lord, The pleas'd to be my guide; The Shepherd by whofe conftant care 2 In tender grafs he makes me feed, Then leads me to cool thades, and where 3 3 He does my wand'ring feet reclaim, With liberal and unceasing care, He crowns my cup with cheerful wine; 6 Since God doth thus his wondrous love D TATE Pfalm XXIII. Short Metre. THE Lord my fhepherd is, TH I fall be well fupply'd ; Since he is mine, and I am his, -2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pafture grows, Where living waters gently pafs, And full falvation flows. 3 If e'er I go aftray, He doth my foul reclaim; And guides me in his own right way, For his moft holy name. 4 Whilft he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I fhould walk through death's dark fhade, My God is with me there. 5 In fight of all my focs, He does my table spread; 6 The bounties of his love Shall crown my future days; Nor from his houfe will I remove, WATTS. Pfalm XXIII. Six Line Long Metre. [*] TH God our Shepherd. HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, My noon day walks he fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend, 2 When in the fultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant; To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wandering fteps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow, Amid the verdant landfkips flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I ftray, His bounty fhall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness fhall fmile; With lively greens and herbage crown'd, And ftreams fhall murmur all around. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly staff fhall give me aid, And guide me through the dismal fhade. ADDISON. Plaim XXIV. Common Metre. [*] HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's, The world, and they who dwell therein, 2 He fix'd the land, and fpread the feas, 3 But for himfelf, this Lord of all 4 O who fhall to that facred hill Defir'd admittance find? The man whofe hands and heart are pure, Whofe thoughts from pride are free; Who honeft poverty prefers To gainful perjury. This is the man on whom the Lord 6 Such is the character of those Whofe happy feet fhall ftand within TATE, varied. Pfalm XXIV. Long Metre. [*] Heaven the Refidence of Saints, and the Afcenfion of Chrift. THIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's, TH And men and worms and beafts and birds; He rais'd the building on the feas, And gave it for their dwelling place. 2 But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky; Who fhall afcend that bleft abode, And dwell fo near his Maker, God? 3 He who abhors and fears to fin, Whofe heart is pure, whofe hands are clean, Him fhall the Lord, the Saviour blefs, And clothe his foul with righteoufnefs. These are the men, the pious race Who feek the God of Jacob's face Thefe fhall enjoy the blissful fight, And dwell in everlasting light. |