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Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare
For thine almighty name.

PSALM 21.-L. M. [*]

Ver. 1-9. Christ exalted to the kingdom. AVID rejoic'd in God his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace; But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand!

Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his command. 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the least request withhold; Blessings of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Honour and majesty divine Around his sacred temples shine; Blest with the favour of thy face, And length of everlasting days.

5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes: And as a fiery oven glows

With raging heat and living coals, So shall thy wrath devour their souls. PSALM 22.-1st Part. C. M. [b] Ver. 1-16. The sufferings and death of Christ. HY has my God my soul forsook, "Nor will a smile afford ?"

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WHY

(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Though 'tis my chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,

Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I'm a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;

"In vain he trusts in God," they cry, Neglected and forlorn."

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5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh
By thine almighty word:

And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face
When foes stand threatening rouna,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,

As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;

They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell;
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?

10 My God, if possible it be,

Withhold this bitter cup:

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But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown; In groans I waste my breath;

Thy heavy hand hath brought me down
Low as the dust of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand:
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.

PSALM 22.-2d Part. C. M. [b]
Ver. 20, 21, 27-31. Christ's sufferings and

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kingdom.

OW from the roaring lion's rage,
"O Lord, protect thy Son;

"Nor leave thy darling to engage
"The powers of hell alone."

2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears:
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

3 Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship, or shall die.

A numerous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

5 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

6 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God;
And nations, yet unborn, profess
Salvation in his blood.

PSALM 22.-L. M. [b]

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Christ's sufferings and exaltations. OW let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God.

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; “He rescued others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to save. 3 "This is the man did onee pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so,

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Why doth he fail to help him now?" 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests!

How they stood round like savage beasts,
Like lions gaping to devour

When God had left him in their power.
5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet;
By lot his garments they divide,

And mock the pangs in which he dy'd 6 But God his father heard his cry; Rais' from the dead, he reigns on high, The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace.

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PSALM 28.-L. M. [*]
God our Shepherd.

Shepherd is the living Lord:
Now shall my wants be well supply'd:

His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.
2 In pastures where salvation grows
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food's divinely blest.

3 My wandering feet his

ways mistake; But he restores my soul to peace, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In the fair paths of righteousness. 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God my Shepherd's with me there. 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps, Thou art my comfort, thou my stay Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. 6 The sons of earth and sons of hell Gaze at thy goodness, and repine, To see my table spread so well, With living bread and cheerful wine. 7 [How I rejoice, when on my head Thy spirit condescends to rest' 'Tis a divine anointing, shed Like oil of gladness at a feast. 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord

Attend his household all their days;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To seek his face, and sing his praise.]

PSALM 23.-C. M. [*]

1 MY Shepherd will supply my need,

Jehovah is his name;