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8 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And find my passage rough,
PSALM 40. Part 2. C. M.
Give your burnt offerings o'er, In dying goats and bullocks slain
My soul delights no more."
To take the sinner's place,
To save a ruined race.
O God, to do thy will,
I must thy word fulfill.
I keep it near mine heart,
To what thy lips impart.”
To make the promise good, And much he preach'd his Father's name,
Where great assemblies stood. 6 Commission'd from the court above,
He left his heavenly crown, Reveal'd his Father's wondrous love,
And brought salvation down.
He pitied sinners loss,
He bore the shameful cross.
8 Thus as the Father had decreed,
The Son receiv'd the stroke;
PSALM 40. Part 1. L. M.
Christ our sacrifice. | THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I begin 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; In Christ alone shall sinners find
The blood that purifies the mind.
In vain the brutal victim* dies,
And all his words of truth fulfill. 4 Behold I come, the Son is born,
To save the race of man forlorn,
To be the sacrifice for man.
Tis in thy book foretold of me,
And, lo! thy law is in mine heart. 6 I'll magnify thine holy law,
And rebel men to duty draw;
My blood shall bring the sinner nigh.
The joys of heaven begun below,
* Victim, a sacrifice.
The wond'ring world shall feel thy grace, And see thy glory thro my
face.” PSALM 40. Part 2. L. M.
The true penitent.
Withhold thy tender love no more,
mind. 2 When my repenting soul beginş,
To search and grieve for all my sins,
But countless evils press me round. 3 My soul within herself despairs,
My sins, O God, exceed mine hairs,
breast I see, Mine eyes can scarce look up to thee. 4 O Lord, in sovreign mercy please,
To grant a sorrowing sinner ease,
To save my soul for Jesus' sake.
Their wiles are artful to decoy;
And all my foes be backward driven.
His hope in Jesus proves forlorn;
Their guilty souls are sore afraid. 7 The saints, who make the Lord their choice,
In his salvation shall rejoice;
And say “the Lord be magnifi’d.”
Think of the means of my relief,
Haste to remove thy chastening rod,
PSALM 41. Part 1. L. M.
Charity to the poor rewarded. 1 BLEST is the man whose tender breast,
Has for the suffering mourner felt, And while his hand relieves the 'opprest,
He feels his soul with pity melt. 2 His heart contrives for their reliei,
More good than thousands could perform, This man in times of general grief,
Shall find a shelter from the storm. 3 The Lord shall keep his soul alive,
Long shall he live the blest of earth,
Amid the pestilence and dearth*
And make the hard affliction soft,
PSALM 41. Part 2. L. M.
Prayer and faith in affliction, 1 IN mercy, Lord, thy love reveal,
For I have sinn'd against thy grace,
And cheer me with thy smiling face. 2 My foes behold me low and weak
And gathering round my death devise; They whisper'd, but I heard them speak,
“ He has lain down no more to rise."
* Dearth, scarcity, bordering on famine.
3 On vanity they love to dwell,
To ridicule a suffering saint,
“ The man must die of this complaint." 4. Yes, the familiar of my life,
That ate my bread, is far remov'd,
And spurns the friend whom once he prov'd. 5 But Jesus will my sins forgive,
And bless to me his chastening rod, My soul shall thro my Savior live,
And stand before the 'eternal God, 6 O God, my friend, by this I know, Because thou dost
my foes control, Thou wilt to me thy favor show, And speak in
mercy to my soul. 7 Israel, thy God is ever blest,
From everlasting he's the same, On him my soul thall ever rest, Amen: let Israel bless his name,
PSALM 42. C. M.
Desertion and hope.
To thee, my God, I look;
And taste the cooling brook.
And meet my God again?
Mine heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations ves my weary soul,
And tears are my repast; The fue insults without control,
6 And where's your God at last.”