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We greatly will rejoice in thee
For thou hast made thy people free. 2 Before we seek, the blessings sent
Does of our numerous wants prevent,
The choicest gifts of grace or gold. 3 'Twas in a time of arduous* strife,
To God we pray'd to grant us life,
And all our foes were homeward driv'n. 4 The Lord with strong and mighty hand,
Appear’d to save our injurd land,
And in his strength we stood unmov'd. 5 Fierce as a burning furnace glows
And all its rage and redness shows,
And flam'd with more destructive heat. 6 Jesus, our sovreign King, abhors
Oppressive laws and bloody wars,
Who triumph in the lawless deed. 7 His bow is drawn, his strings are tight,
His arrows well prepard for flight,
Who loves to 'oppress the human race. 8 Almighty Lord, exalt thy name,
With liberty the world inflame;
PSALM 21. Part 2. L. M.
Christ exalted to the kingdom. I DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace;
* Arduous, difficult
But Christ, bis Son, is born at length,
A King o'er all the human race. 2 Jehovah rais'd his kingdom high,
And gave the world to his command; The gospel brought his glory nigh
And spread his name o’er every land. 3 High seated on the 'eternal hills,
For saints our Intercessor prays;
And crowns his life with endless days. 4 Honor and majesty divine,
In Christ the hosts of heaven behold; On earth his royal glories shine,
And far surpass the purest gold. 5 Made heir to heaven's eternal crown,
His Father's hand shall find out those, And in his anger tread them down,
Who dare his royal Son to 'oppose. 6 As burning ovens rage
with heat, Fan'd by the wind, and i'ed with coals, So shall his vengeance on them beat,
His wrath devour their guilty souls. 7 The 'unchanging God has thus decreed,
(And who shall make his purpose vain) To root from earth the serpent's seed,
And bind the dragon in his chain. 8 The dreadful bow of death is bent
With arrows trembling on the string, To disappoint their curst intent,
Who treason plot against their King. 9 0, Lord, exalt thy wond'rous name,
Thy throne o'er all thy rivals raise,
And loyal subjects shout thy praise.
PSALM 22. Part 1. C. M.
The complaint of Christ. 1 MY God, my God, why should I be
An outcast from thy throne, Why has
God forsaken me
But meet with no relief;
But darkness adds to grief.
Nor were expos’d to shame; But I'm despis'd, and low in dust
The wicked tread my name.
And laugh my soul to scorn;
His hope has prov'd forlorn.
And caus'd my lungs to heave, Behold me now condem'd to death,
And ne'er thy servant leave.
I feel my strength relax,
Mine heart dissolves like wax.
My foes their victim bind,
And vex my sorrowing mind.
The soldiers spare me not,
My vesture take by lot.
9 0, Lord, my strength, thine help afford,
From dogs thy darling save,
Or raise me from the grave, 10 If it consist with thy decree,
Withhold this bitter cup;
PSALM 22. Part 2. C. M.
Public thanksgiving i 1 I WILL declare
The wonders of his grace.
How gracious is our Lord,
Nor once his prayer abhord.
The praise lo God they give;
In Christ shall ever live.
Shall call his grace to mind,
And peace and pardon find. 5 The kingdom now to Christ belongs,
He rules by God's decree;
Ye princes, how the knee.
From one victorious deed,
7 The saints his righteousness shall show
And worship God the Son;
PSALM 22. L. M.
The dying sorrows of our Lord,
And blood his sacred temples stain'd. 2 The Jews behold him thus forlorn
And shake their heads and laugh in scorn, • He rescued others from the grave,
Now let him try himself to save.
God was his father, God his friend;
Why has he cast him from his sighı?” 4. O, savage people! cruel priests!
How they stood round like raging beasts;
When God had left him in their power.
'Till streams of blood each other meet, And ridicule the dying pangs
In which the loving Savior hangs.
His garments they divide in parts,
His seamless vesture take by lot.
Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high;