PSALM XL. Long Metre.
Ver. 5-10. Chrift our facrifice.
THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praife, furmount our thought;
Should I attempt the long detail,
My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail.
2 No blood of beafts on altars fpilt,
Can cleanse the fouls of men from guilt;
But thou haft fet before our eyes,
An all-fufficient facrifice.
3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears!
To thy defires he bows his ears;
Affumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work fo hard.
4 "Behold, I come," (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes)
"I come to bear the heavy load
"Of fins, and do thy will, my God.
5" "Tis written in thy great decree,
""Tis in thy book foretold of Me,
"I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
"And lo! thy law is in my heart.
6"I'll magnify thy holy law,
"And rebels to obedience draw,
"When on my crofs I'm lifted high,
"Or to my crown above the sky:
7 "The Spirit fhall defcend, and fhow
"What thou haft done, and what I do;
"The wond'ring world fhall learn thy grace,
"Thy wifdom, and thy righteoufnefs."
PSALM XLI. ver. 1, 2, 3. Long Metre. Charity to the poor; or, pity to the afflicted.
And melt with pity to the poor;
Whofe foul, by fympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-faints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do ;
He, in the time of gen'ral grief,
Shall find the Lord has bowels too,
3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth,
With fecret bleffings on his head,
When drought, and peftilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or, if he languifh on his couch,
God will pronounce his fins forgiv'n,
Will fave him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing foul to heav'n.
PSALM XLII. 1ft Part. Com. Metre.
Desertion and hope; or, complaint of absence from public worship.
W ITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted hart to find,
And tafte the cooling brook.
2 When shall I fee thy courts of
And meet my God again?
So long an abfence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary foul,.
And tears are my repaft;
The foe infults without control,
"And where's your God at last ?"
4 "Tis with a mournful pleasure, now,
I think on ancient days:
Then to thy houfe did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why's my foul funk down fo far
Beneath this heavy load?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And fin against my God?
6 Hope in the Lord, whofe mighty hand
Can all my woes remove;
For I fhall yet before him ftand,
And fing reftoring love.
PSALM XLII. 6--11. 2d Part. LongMet,
Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, hope in affliction.
MY fpirit finks within me, Lord,
But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles, with tumult'ous noise, Swell like a fea, and round me spread; Thy water-fpouts drown all my joys, And rifing waves roll o'er my head. Yet will the Lord command his love, When I addrefs his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove; The night fhall hear me fing and pray, 4 I'll caft myself before his feet,
And fay, "My God, my heav'nly rock!
"Why doth thy love fo long forget
"The foul that groans beneath thy ftroke?"
5 I'll chide my heart that finks fo low,
Why should my foul indulge her grief?
Hope in the Lord, and praife him too;
He is my reft, my fure relief,
6 Thy light and truth fhall guide me still;
Thy word fhall my beft thoughts employ,
And lead me to thy heav'nly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy!
PSALM XLIV. 1,2,3,8,15—26. Com.Met.
The church's complaint in perfecution.
ORD, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
2 How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory fhone,
3 In God they boafted all the day; And in a cheerful throng
Did thoufands meet to praife and pray; And grace was all their fong.
4 But now our fouls are feiz'd with fhame, Confufion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blafpheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falfely dealt with heav'n ;
Nor have our fteps declin'd the road
Of duty thou haft giv'n;
6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their deftructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us forę,
Hard by the gates of death,
PAUSE.
7 We are expos'd all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause,
As fheep, for flaughter bound, we lie,
By fharp and bloody laws.
8 Awake, arife, almighty Lord!
Why fleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhorr'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou for ever caft us off,
And ftill neglect our cries?
For ever hide thy heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the duft our foul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rife for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual fhame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.
PSALM XLV. Short Metre.
The glory of Chrift; the fuccefs of the gospel, and the Gentile church.
Y Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with bleffings overflow;
And ev'ry grace is thine.
Now make thy glory known;
Gird on thy dreadful fword,
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