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*3 The trying hour of my complaint
Has proy'd my Father kind;
PSALM 69 Part 2. C. M.
And near the cross begin,
To save a world from sin.
As in a wat’ry grave;
Receives the whelming wave. 3 « O, save me, Lord, Immanuel cries,
O, hear my voice to day,
And groans his life away! 4 I look for pity, but in vain,
My kindred are my grief,
But grant me no relief.
But we shall answer first,
They mock my raging thirst.
And made my soul his care,
Their table prov'd a snare.
My frown unchurch'd the Jews;
To Gentiles glorious news.'
PSALM 69. Part 3. C. M.
The obedience and death of Christ.
And bore the sinner's shame.
He groan'd beneath thy rod,
And make them friends with God.
Shall please the Father more
Or offerings made before.
And set their hearts at rest,
And live for ever blest.
To God their voices raise;
And join to sing his praise. 6 Zion is thine, almighty King,
Thy seed shall croud her gates, Thy spirit new additions bring, For thine own Israel waits.
PSALM 69. Part 1. L. M. Christ's passion, and sinner's salvation. 1 DEEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
To drown in death his holy soul.
While hosts of hell and sons of death,
Conspire with rage and power malign,
* To murder with a curst design. 3 Yet, gracious God, while Jesus bleeds,
A blessing from the curse proceeds;
To reconcile the world to God. 4 What Jesus never took away,
He gave thy righteous law that day,
And paid for follies not his own. 5 0, for his sake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live;
PSALM 69. Part 2. L. M.
Christ's sufferings and zeal.
Thou didst thy son an offering make,
What loads of guilt thy son sustain'd. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abuse the man, who checks their sin;
They deem him as an alien born.
Consum'd him like an eating flame;
The Son endur'd as if his own. 4 My Father's house, said he, was made
A place for worship, not for trade;
To make his house a robber's dien!
* Malign, malicious, ill disposed.
And while his foes by lies grow strong,
The timid judge maintains the wrong. 6 They smite him with a stubborn reed,
And make his sacred temples bleed,
And with a smile proclaim him King.
And lead him forth without the gate;
There hangs the man who dies for me! 8 Lo! from the tomb the conquerer goes,
Triumphing o'er his vanquish'd foes;
PSALM 70. C. M.
And hear when I complain;
Thy strength my soul sustain.
Or dare my life to attack,
Turn the pursuers back.
And ne'er give up the chase;"
And all their pride abase. 4 Then shall the saints in cheerful throngs,
Rejoice with one accord;
To magnify the Lord.
Be thou my strength and stay;
And when my soul is most afraid,
PSALM 70. L. M.
The traduced Christian.
Behold my foes around me rave,
To blast my name with artful lies. 2 « Come on, we'll have revenge, they say,
We'll take his character away,
We'll make the world believe them true.” 3 O, turn them backward, Lord, with shame,
Who thus asperse* mine injur'd name,
But never did their rage provoke. 4. Insulting foes in vain revile,
For God and conscience sweetly smile;
The virtuous give me their applause. 5 The joyful saints around the throne,
Shall magnify the Lord alone;
Has all my foes to nothing brought.
My soul is on thy mercy staid;
PSALM 71. Part 1. C. M.
The aged christian. 1 IN thee, my God, I put my trust, I plead thy power to save;
* To asperse, to slender, to yildfs.