3 The trying hour of my complaint Has prov'd my Father kind; And in my name shall every saint A sure acceptance find. PSALM 69. Part 2. C. M. The passion and exaltation of Christ. 1 NOW let us sing the sacred flood, And near the cross begin, When Jesus pour'd out all his blood, 2 Behold he sinks beneath our guilt The Rock on which the church is built, 30, save me, Lord, Immanuel cries, O my For lo, the friend of sinners dies, And groans his life away! 4 I look for pity, but in vain, 5 He doth, say some, Elias call, Rais'd by his power above their aim, PSALM 69. Part 3. C. M. The obedience and death of Christ. 1 FATHER, I sing thy wond'rous grace, Than harp or trumpet's solemn sounds, 4 This shall his humble followers see, They by his death draw near to thee, 5 Let heaven and all the hosts above, While lands and seas adore his love, 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; Behold the rising billows roll To drown in death his holy soul. 2.In long complaints he spends his breath, While hosts of hell and sons of death, Conspire with rage and power malign,* 3 Yet, gracious God, while Jesus bleeds, Christ's sufferings and zeal. 4 My Father's house, said he, was made A place for worship, not for trade; But avarice tempts the sons of men To make his house a robber's den! 5 Alone he stands at Pilate's bar, His following friends have fled afar; 1 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, A purple robe in haste they bring, And with a smile proclaim him King. 7 Now they condemn the man they hate, And lead him forth without the gate; Anon they nail him to the tree, There hangs the man who dies for me! 8 Lo! from the tomb the conquerer goes, Triumphing o'er his vanquish'd foes; The power that rais'd him from the dead, Shall far his glorious kingdom spread. PSALM 70. C. M. Calumny deprecated. 1 IN haste, O God, attend my call, 2 When foes insidious wound my name, Then let thine hand with lasting shame, 3 "Come on, say they, for we 'll pursue, And ne'er give up the chase;" Almighty God, their power subdue, 4 Then shall the saints in cheerful throngs, Rejoice with one accord; I'll join with them in lofty songs, 5 How much I need thine heavenly aid, And when my soul is most afraid, PSALM 70. L. M. The traduced Christian. 1 MAKE haste, O God, make haste to save, While each with keen invention tries 2 "Come on, we'll have revenge, they say, And while with lies we him pursue, For God and conscience sweetly smile; For God who knows their inmost thought 6 How much, O God, I need thine aid, 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 slander, to vilifs. |