o 3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious powers of hell,
That thousand souls had captives made,
Were all in chains-like captives-led.
8 4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne,
He sent the promis'd Spirit down,
With girts and grace for rebel men,
g That God might dwell on earth again.

L. M. 3rd Part. Weldon. Leeds. [b]
V. 19, 9, 20, 21, 22. Common and Spiritual

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Mercies.

E bless the Lord, the just and good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. 2 He sends the sun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground; He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain, Refresh the thirsty earth again.

3 "Tis to his care we owe our breath, And all our near escapes from death: Safety and health to God belong;

He helps the weak, and guards the strong 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of his love:

e But the wide difference that remains,
a Is endless joys and endless pains.

5 [The Lord, that bruis'd the serpent's head,
On all the serpent's seed shall tread;
The stubborn sinner's hope confound,
And smite him with a lasting wound.]
• 6 His own right hand his saints will raise,
From the deep earth, or deeper seas,
And bring them to his courts above,
There to enjoy his perfect love.

PSALM 69. 1st Part. C. M. Tunbridge. [b

V. 1-14.

The Sufferings of Christ for cur Sal

vation.

1 ['SAVE me, O God; the swelling floods

'Break in upon my soul:

'I sink, and sorrows o'er my head, 'Like mighty waters roll

2 I cry till all my voice be gone;
In tears I waste the day:
My God, behold my longing eyes,
And shorten thy delay.

3 They hate my soul without a cause,
And still their number grows,
'More than the hairs around my head,
And mighty are my foes.

4'Twas when I paid that dreadful debt,
"That men could never pay;
'And gave those honours to thy law,
"Which sinners took away.'

5 Thus, in the great Messiah's name,
The royal prophet mourns;
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,
And gives us joy by turns.

6 Now shall the saints rejoice, and find 'Salvation in my name;

For I have borne their heavy load 'Of sorrow, pain, and shame.

7'Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round, And sackcloth was my dress,

'While I procur'd for naked souls 'A robe of righteousness.

8 Amongst my brethren and the Jews,
'I like a stranger stood,

And bore their vile reproach, to bring
'The Gentiles near to God.

9I 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 fastings and my holy groans
Were made the drunkard's song;
But God, from his celestial throne,
'Heard my complaining tongue.

11 He sav'd me from the dreadful deep,
'Nor let my soul be drown'd;
'He rais'd and fix'd my sinking feet
'On well establish'd ground."

12 "Twas in a most accepted hour, 'My prayer arose on high;

And, for my sake, my God will hear
"The dying sinner's cry.']

C. M. 2nd Part. Plymouth. [b]

V. 14-21, 26, 29, 32. The Passion and Exaltation of Christ.

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NOV
TOW let our lips, with holy fear
And mournful pleasure, sing

The sufferings of our great High Priest,
The sorrows of our King.

2 He sinks in floods of deep distress ;
How high the waters rise!
While to his heavenly Father's ear
He sends perpetual cries.

3 Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,
Nor hide thy suining face;

"Why should thy fav'rite look like one, "Forsaken of thy grace?

4 With rage they persecute the man, "Who groans beneath thy wound; While for a sacrifice I pour

'My life upon the ground.

5They tread my honour to the dust,
And laugh when I complain;
Their sharp, insulting slanders add
Fresh anguish to my pain.

6 All my reproach is known to thee,
'The scandal and the shame;
'Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,
And lies defil'd my name.

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.

9Shine into my distressed soul;
'Let thy compassion save;

And though my flesh sink down to death,
'Redeem it from the grave.

10 'I shall arise to praise thy name,
'Shall reign in worlds unknown;
And thy salvation, O my God,
'Shall seat me on thy throne']

C. M. 3d Part. Bethlehem. St. Asaph's. [*]

1

Christ's Obedience and Death.

FATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace,

I bless my Saviour's name;

He bought salvation for the poor,

And bore the sinner's shame.

o 2 His deep distress has rais'd us high:
His duty and his zeal

Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke,
And finish'd all thy will.

-3 His dying groans, his living songs,
Shall better please my God,

Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sound,
Than goat's or bullock's blood.

o 4 This shall his humble foll'wers see,
And set their hearts at rest;

-They, by his death draw near to thee,
And live for ever blest.

85 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high,
To God their voices raise;
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t' advance his praise.

g 6 Zion is thine, most holy God;
Thy Son shall bless her gates:
And glory, purchas'd by his blood,
For thine own Israel waits.

e 1

L. M. 1st Part. Dresden. Armley. [b]
Christ's Passion, and Sinners' Salvation.

EEP in our hearts, let us record

DE

The deeper sorrows of our Lord; a Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm his holy soul.

e 2 In long complaints he spends his breath,
-While hosts of hell, and powers of death,
And all the sons of malice, join,
To execute their curst design

3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love Have made the curse a blessing prove; 'hose dreadful suff'rings of thy son Alon'd for sins that we had done. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honours of thy law restor'd; His sorrows made thy justice known, And paid for follies not his own. p 5 Oh, for his sake, our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live! o The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame. L. M. 2nd Part. Geneva. Carthage. [b] V. 7, &c. Christ's Sufferings and Zeal. WAS for our sake, eternal God,

'T Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load

Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil'd his sacred face.

[2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd the man that check'd their sin:
While he fulfill'd thy holy laws,
They hated him, but without cause.

3 My Father's house,' said he, was made 'A place for worship, not for trade,' Then, scattering all their gold and brass, He scourg'd the merchants from the place.] 4 Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood; Reproaches at thy glory thrown

He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. 5 His friends forsook, his followers fled, While foes and arms surround his head; 'They curse him with a sland'rous tongue, And the false judge maintains the wrong. 6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blasphemies: a They nail him to the shameful tree ;p There hung the man who died for me!

e7 [Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones
Insult his picty and groans:

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