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PART II. 7 THU S did our suff'ring Saviour pray,
With mighty Cries and Tears; God heard him in that dreadful Day,
And chas'd away his Fears.
His Throne exalted high;
Shall worship or shall die.
From his expiring Groans ; They shall be reckon'd in his Eyes
For Daughters and for Sons.
His Table richly spread :
With Joys immortal fed.
Of our incarnate God;
Salvation in his Blood.
PS A L M
HE LORD my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supply'd ; Since He is mine and I am His,
What can I want beside ? 2 He leads me to the Place
Where heav'nly Pasture grows; Where living Waters gently pass,
And full Salvation flows.
He doth iny Soul reclaim;
For his most holy Name.
I cannot yield to Fear;
My SHEPHERD's with me there. s In Sight of all my Foes,
Thou dost my Table spread : My Cup with Blessing overflows,
And Joy exalts my Head. 6 The Bounties of thy Love
Shall crown my following Days; Nor from thy House will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy Praise,
Y SHEPHERD will supply my Need,
JEHOVAH is his Name;
Beside the living Stream.
When I forsake his Ways;
In Paths of Truth and Grace.
3 When I walk through the Shades of Death,
Thy Presence is my Stay;
Drives all my Fears away.
4 Thy Hand, in Sight of all my Foes, Doth still
Table spread ; My Cup with Blessings overflows; Thine Oil anoints my
Head. 5 The sure Provisions of my God
Attend me all my Days;
And all my Work be Praise.
(While others go and come) No more a Stranger or a Guest,
But like a Child at Home.
PSA L M XXIII.
Y SHEPHERD is the living LORD;
Guide. 2 In Pastures where Salvation grows,
He makes me feed, He makes me rest;
And all the Food divinely blest.
But He restores my Soul to Peace;
In the fair Paths of Righteousness.
Where Death and all its Terrors are,
5 Amidst the Darkness and the Deeps
Thou art my Comfort, Thou my Stay;
Thy Rod directs my doubtful Way. 6 The Sons of Earth and Sons of Hell
Gaze at thy Goodness, and repine
With living Bread and chearful Wine. 7 How I rejoice when on my Head
Thy SPIRIT condescends to rest !
8 Surely the Mercies of the LORD
Attend his Houshold all their Days;
PS A L M XXIII. Metre iv. T ,
Othy Paftures, fair and large,
Heav'nly SHEPHERD, lead thy Charge; And my Couch, with tend'rest Care,
Midit the springing Grass prepare. 2 When I faint with Summers Heat,
Thou fhalt guide my weary Feet,
Through the verdant Meadows flow. 3 Thou my Soul anew fhalt frame,
And thy Mercy to proclaim,
4 Safe the dreary Vale I tread
By the Shades of Death o'erspread,
This my Guard, and that my Guide. 5
Thou my plenteous Board haft spread,
For thy Love no Limit knows. 6 Constant to my latest End
Thou my Footsteps shalt attend;
PSA L M
HE LORD my Pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a Shepherd's Care, His Presence shall my Wants fupply, And guard me with a watchful Eye; My Noon-Day Walks He shall attend,
And all my Midnight Hours defend. 2 When in the sultry Glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty Mountain pant,
Amid the verdant Landskip iow.
With gloomy Horrors overspread;