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5 0! for his sake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live;
PSALM 69.–20 Part. L. M. [b] Ver. 7, &c. Christ's sufferings and seal. 1 WAS for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load: Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame debil'd his sacred face.
Abus'd the man that check'd their sin ;
They hate him, but without a cause. 3 [" My Father's house, (said he was made
* A place for worship, not for trade;"
He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.] 5 (His friends forsook, his followers fled,
While foes and arms surround his lread;
And the false judge maintains the wrong.} 6 His life they load with bateful lies,
And charge his lips with blasphemies:
There hung the man that dy'd for me! 7 [Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones,
Lagult bis piety and groans ;
Gall was the food they gave him there,
And-mock'd his thirst with vinegar.] 8 But God beheld, and from his throne
Marks out the men that hate bis Son ;
PSALM 71.-1st Part. C. M. [b] Ver. 549. The aged saint's reflection and hope.
Y God, my everlasting hope,
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
With all these limbs of mine;
I've been entirely thine.
Repeated every year :
I trust them to thy care.
When boary hairs arise ;
Whene'er thy servant dies. 5 Then in the history of my age,
When men review my days,
In every line, thy praise.
Ver. 15, 14, 16, 23, 22, 24.
Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore !
I speak thy glories more.
Of the celestial road,
To see my Father God,
For some surprising sin,
And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King !
Sball thy salvation sing.
My Saviour and my God:
And drown'd them in his blood.
With this delightful song,
Nor think the season long.)
PSALM 71.-3d Part. C. M. [b] Ver. 17–21. The aged Christian's prayer and ong;
or, old age, death, and the resurrection. 1 OD of my childhood and my youth, I have declar'd thy heavenly truth
And told thy wondrous ways.
2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart ?
If God my strength depart
To the surviving age,
When I shall quit the stage. & The land of silence and of death
Attends my next remove;
Teach the wide world thy love!
5 Thy righteousness is deep and high,
Únsearchable thy deeds;
And all my praise exceeds.
And oft endur'd the grief; But when thy hand has press'd me sore,
Thy grace was my relief. 7 By long experience have I known
Thy sovereign power to save ; At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.
My flesh shall be thy care;
To raise them strong and fair.
The kingdom of Christ.
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,
All heav'n submits to his commands;
And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With power he vindicates the just,
And treads th' oppressor in the dust:
Till hours, and years, and time he past. & As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down;
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hiils. j The heathen lands, that lie beneath
Tie shades of overspreading death,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
Drest in the robes of joy and praise ;
Does his successive journies run:
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 (Behold! the islands, with their kings,
And Europe her best tribute brings :
To pay their homage at his feet. 3 There Persia, glorious to behold,
There India shines in Eastern gold;