2 'Tis his fupreme prerogative
O'er fubject kings to reign;
'Tis juft that he the world fhould rule,
Who does the world sustain.

3 And God the glorious time brings on,
When all of reason's race
Shall welcome God in all his truth,
And welcome all his grace.

4 When fin and fuffering fhall end,
And free from ftrife and gall,
Brother of brother, friend of friend,
And friend of God be all.

XLI.

PSALM XXII. Com. Met. WATTS.

Example of CHRIST, particularly in Suffering.

Y God, if wife and fit it be,
This bitter cup avert;

MY

But I refign my will to thee,
To thee fubdue my heart.

2 Thus did our fuffering Saviour pray,
With many a groan and tear;
Nor did his God his hope betray,
But chafed away his fear.

3 Tempted in all like mortal man,
Through life to his last breath;
A painful virtuous race he ran,
And finished it in death.

4

His life and death our leffon is,
We have our race to run :
Be our obedience such as his,
And God's high will be done.

PSALM

XLII. PSALM XXIII. Mid. Met. MERRICK,

GOD our Shepherd.

O! my fhepherd is divine,

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4

5

Want fhall never more be mine;

In a pasture fair and large

He fhall feed his happy charge.

When I faint with fummer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet

To the ftreams, that ftill and flow
Through the verdant meadows flow.
When through devious paths I ftray,
He fhall teach the better way,
Kindle virtue's dying flame,
And my erring foul reclaim.

Though the dreary vale I tread
By the fhades of death o'erfpread,
Still I walk from terror free
While protected, Lord, by thee.

Thou doft round my favoured head

All thy richest bounty fhed,

All my life with good o'erflows,
For thy love no limit knows.

6 Thus unto my latest end

Thou shalt be my guide, my friend;
Nor fhall death my ruin be,

Death fhall only lead to thee.

XLIII. PSALM XXIII. Com. Met. TATE.

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TH

GOD our Shepherd.

HE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchfafes to be my guide;
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The

The shepherd, by whofe conftant care
My wants are all fupplied.

2 He doth my wandering foul reclaim,
And, loft in folly's maze,
Inftruct anew with zeal to walk
In his all perfect ways.

3

I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and ftaff
Defend and comfort me.

4 With liberal hand, unceasing care,
He does my table spread;

5

He crowns my cup with cheerful wine,
With oil anoints my head.

Since God doth thus his wondrous love
Through all my life extend

That life to him will I devote,

And in his fervice spend.

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XLIV. PSALM XXIII, Long Met. WATTS.

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2

3

Y fhepherd is the living Lord;

MY

My wants fhall all be well fupplied;

His providence and holy word

Shall be my fafety and my guide.

In paftures, where falvation grows,
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food's divinely blest.

My wandering feet his ways miftake,
But he restores my foul to peace,
And leads me for his mercy's fake
In the fair paths of righteoufnefs.

4 Though

4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope fhall never fail,
For God my fhepherd's with me there.

5

Amid the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble fleps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

XLV. PSALM XXIII. Com. Met. WATTS.

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Μ

The fame.

Y Shepherd's care fupplies my needs;

M His praifes be my theme!

To paftures fresh my steps he leads,
Befide the cooling stream.

2 My wandering heart his love reclaims,
When ftrayed in folly's road:
Such love my best affection claims,
I yield my heart to God.

3 Wrapped in the gloomy fhades of death,
His prefence is my stay;

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5

A word of his almighty breath

Re-animates my clay.

His hand till guards me from my foes,
And still my table spreads;

My cup with bleffing overflows,

And peace its sweetness fheds.

But with a richer hand my God
Will crown my future days;
And heaven at length be my abode,
And all my worship praise.

XLVI. PSALM XXIII. Short Met. WATTS.

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The fame.

HE Lord my fhepherd is,
I fhall be well fupplied;

If he be mine, and I be his,
What can I want befide?

He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pafs,
And full falvation flows.

If from his fold I ftray,

My Shepherd's friendly voice

Recalls my steps from error's way;

And I again rejoice.

While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through death's dark

fhade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

No bound thy kindness knows,
Thou doft my table spread;
My cup with bleffing overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days; Never from thee will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise.

PSALM