PSALM XXII. First Part. C. M. The Sufferings and Glory of Christ. "NOW, in the hour of deep distress, ¿Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, Great was the victory of his death, 4 A numerous offspring shall reward 5 The meek and humble souls shall see And all that seek the Lord shall be b WATTS varied. PSALM XXII. Second Part. L. M. b Christ's Death and Resurrection. NOW let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; "He rescu❜d others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to save. 3"Behold the man who did pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now?” 4 O harden'd people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts: Like lions gaping to devour, When God had put him in their power! 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, And mock the pangs in which he dy’d. WATTS. PSALM XXII. Third Part. C. M. * or b Obedience to God due from all Men. 1 LET all the various tribes of men To God their homage pay; And distant nations of the earth, One sovereign Lord obey. 2 'Tis his prerogative supreme O'er subject kings to reign; 'Tis just that he should rule the world, 3 The rich, whom he with plenty feeds, 4 With humble confidence to God For he who first their beings gave, Blest time! when all of human birth Shall to their heirs, his sacred truth And glorious acts proclaim. PSALM XXIII. TATE varied. Common Metre. God's tender Care of his People. THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, 2 In tender grass he makes me feed, Then leads me to cool shades, and where 3 He does my wand'ring feet reclaim, 4 I'll pass the gloomy vale of death, With liberal and unceasing care, He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, Since God doth thus his wond'rous loye TATE. L PSALM XXIII. Short Metre. I THE Lord my shepherd is, 2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides mein his own right way, For his most holy name. 4 Whilst he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My God is with me there. 5 In sight of all my foes, He does my table spread; 6 The bounties of his love, Shall crown my future days; Nor from his house will I remove, Nor cease to speak his praise. WATTS. PSALM XXIII. Six Line Long Metre. 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, My noon day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant; To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wandering steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amidst the verdant landscapes flow. Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, His bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With lively greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly staff shall give me aid, And guide me through the dismal shade. ADDISON, PSALM XXIV. Common Metre. The Man whom God approves. ! THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, The world, and they who dwell therein, 2 He fix'd the land, and spread the seas, 3 But for himself, this Lord of all |