The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor fhall our hope be turn'd to shame.

PSALM LXIX. 7, &c. Second Part. Long Metre,
Chrift's fufferings and zeal.

1

T

WAS for my fake, eternal God,
Thy Son fuftain'd that heavy load

Of bafe reproach and fore difgrace,
And shame defil'd his facred face.

2 The Jews his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd the man that check'd their fin:
While he fulfill'd thy holy laws,
They hate him, but without a cause.
3 ["My Father's houfe, faid he, was made
"A place for worship, not for trade;"
Then fcatt'ring all their gold and brass,
He fcourg'd the merchants from the place.]
4 [Zeal for the temple of his God
Confum'd his life, expos'd his blood;
Reproaches at thy glory thrown

He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.]
5 [His friends forfook, his followers fled,
While foes and arms furround his head;
They curfe him with a fland'rous tongue,
And the falfe judge maintains the wrong
6 His life they load with hateful lies,
And charge his lips with blafphemies;
They nail him to the fhameful tree;
There hung the man that dy'd for me.
7[Wretches with hearts as hard as ftones
Infult his piety and groans;

Gall was the food they gave him there,
And mock'd his thirft with vinegar,

8 But God beheld; and from his throne
Marks out the men that hate his Son;
The hand that rais'd him from the dead,
Shall pour the veng'ance on their head.
PSALM LXXI. 5,-9. First Part.
The aged faint's reflection and Hope.
God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;

I

Μ

MY

Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.

2 My flesh was fafhion'd by thy pow'r
With all thefe limbs of mine;
And from my mother's painful hour
I've been entirely thine.

3 Still has my life new wonders feen
Repeated every year;

Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.

4 Caft me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arife;

5

And round me let thy glory fhine

Whene'er thy fervant dies.

Then in the hift'ry of my age,

When men review my days,

They'll read thy love in ev'ry page,
In ev'ry line thy praise.

1

PSALM LXXI. 15, 14, 16, 23, 22, 24. Second part.

I

Christ our strength and righteoufness.

'M' When I begin thy praise,

Y Saviour, my almighty friend,

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

Thou art my everlasting truft,
Thy goodness I adore!

And fince I knew thy graces first,
I fpeak thy glories more.

3 My feet fhall travel all the length
Of the celeftial road;

And march with courage in thy ftrength

To see my Father God.

4 When I am fill'd with fore distress
For fome furprizing fin,

I'll plead thy perfect righteoufnefs,
And mention none but thine.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The vict'ries of my King!

My foul redeem'd from fin and hell
Shall thy falvation fing.

6 [My tongue fhall all the day proclaim
My Saviour and my God,

His death has brought my foes to shame,
And drown'd them in his blood.

7 Awake, awake, my tuncful pow'rs;
With this delightful fong

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the feafon long].

PSALM LXXI. 17,-21. Third Part.

The aged chriftian's prayer and fong; or, Old age, Death, and the Refurrection.

Go

COD of my childhood, and my youth,
The guide of all my days,

I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth,
And told thy wondrous ways.

2 Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who hall fuftain my finking years,
If God my ftrength depart?

3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim To the furviving age,

And leave a favour of thy name
When I fhall quit the stage.

4 The land of filence and of death
Attends my next remove;

O may these poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love!

PAUSE.

5 Thy righteousness is deep and high,
Unfearchable thy deeds:

Thy glory fpreads beyond the sky,
And all my praife exceeds.

6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, And oft endur'd the grief:

But when thy hand has preft me fore,
Thy grace was my relief.

7 By long experience have I known
Thy fov'reign pow'r to fave;
At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.

8 When I lye bury'd deep in dust,
My flesh shall be thy care;

Thele withering limbs with thee I truft
To raise them strong and fair.

G S

PSALM LXXII. First Part.
The Kingdom of Chrift.

REAT God, whofe univerfal fway
The known and unknown worlds obey
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne.

2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands,

All heav'n fubmits to his commands;

His juftice fhall avenge the poor,

And pride and rage prevail no more.
3 With pow'r he vindicates the juft,
And treads th' oppreffor in the duft;
His worship and his fear fhall laft,
Till hours, and years, and time be past.
4 As rain on meadows newly mown
So fhall he fend his influence down:
His grace on fainting fouls diftils,
Like heav'nly dew on thirfty hills.
5 The heathen lands that lie beneath
The shades of over spreading death
Revive at his firft dawning light,
And defarts bloffom at the fight.

6 The faints fhall flourish in his days,
Dreft in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace like a river from his throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

PSALM LXXII. Second Part.
Chrift's Kingdom among the Gentiles.
ESUS fhall reign where'er the fun
Does his fucceffive journeys run;
His kingdom ftretch from fhore to fhore,
Till moons fhall wax and wane no more.

JESUS