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8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest;
He's your defence, your joy, your reft;
PSALM LXVIII. 17, 18, Second Part.
on , Ten thou fand angels fill'd the sky; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots that attend thy state. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious when the Lord was there;
And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious pow’rs of hell,
Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'd by his father to the throne,
He sent the promis'd Spirit down,
PSALM LXVIII. Third Part. 19, 9, 20, 21, 22.
Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
And loads our days with rich supplies. 2 He sends the fun his circuit round,
To chear the fruits, to warm the grounds
He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain,
Refresh the thirsty earth again.
And all our n-ar escapes from death:
He heals the weak, and guards the strong. 4 He makes the faint ar ! finner prove
The common blessings of his love; ·
Is endless joy or endless pains.
On all the serpent's feed shall tread,
And smite him with a lasting wound.
From the deep earth, or deeper feas:
There shall they taste his special love.
AVE me, O God, the swelling flods “ Break in upon my
foul: " I sink; and sorrows o'er my head
“ Like mighty waters roll.
“ In tears I waste the day;
“ And shorten thy delay.
46 And Will their number grows,
** And mighty are my foes.
« 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt
" That men could never pay,
" Which finners took away.
The royal prophet mourns;
Apd gives us joy by turns.
« Salvation in my name,
“ Of sorrow, pain and shame. 7 " Grief like a garment cloath'd me round,
“ And fackcloth was my dress,
“ A robe of righteouiness.
" I like a stranger stood, di And bore their vile reproach, to bring
$ The Gentiles near to God. 9 « I came in sinful mortals stead,
“ To do my Father's will, " Yet when I cleans'd my Father's house,
• They scandaliz’d my zeal. 10 " My fasting and my holy groans
“ Were made the drunkard's fong; " But God from his clestial throne
« Heard my complaining tongue. 11 “ He fav'd me from the dreadful deep,
" Nor let my soul be drown'd;
* Og well establish'd ground.
12 "'Twas in a most accepted hour
“ My pray'r arose on high,
“ The dying finner's cry."
PSALM LXIX. 14,--21, 26, 29, 32. Second Part.
The Paffion and Exaltation of Christ.
And mournful pleasure fing
The forrows of our King.
How high the waters rise!
He sends perpetual cries.
“ Nor hide thy shining face;
“Forsaken of thy grace?
" That groaps beneath thy wound,
“ My life upon the ground.
“ And laugh when I complain;
“ Fresh anguish to my pain.
** The scandal and the shame;
7 "I look'd for pity, but in vain;
“ My kindred are my grief; “ I ask my friends for comfort round,
“ But meet with no relief. 8" With vinegar they mock my thirst,
“ They give me gall for food; “ And sporting with my dying groans,
“ They triumph in my blood. 2 “ Shipe into my distressed soul,
“ Let thy compassions fave; “ Add tho' my flesh fink down to death,
“ Redeem it from the grave. IO " I shall arise to praise thy name,
“ Shall reign in worlds unknown, " And thy falvation, O my God,
“ Shall seat me on thy throne.” PSALM LXIX. Third Part. Common Metre. Christ's obedience and death; or, God glorified and
finners saved. "Ather, I sing thy wondrous grace, He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the singer's shame.
His duty and his zeal
And finish'd all thy will.
Shall better please my God,
Than goats or bullocks blood.