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.”
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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wwwww 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

kingdom. Tow from the roaring lion's rage, “ 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 tears.
3 Great was the victry of his death,

His throne exalted high ;
And all the kindreds of the earth

Shall worship, or shall die.
Á A numerous offspring must arise

From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckond in his eyes

For aaughters 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]

Christ's sufferings and exaltations. 1 COW let our mournful songs record

NT The

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,

Why doth he fail to help him now ?"
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 streanis 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'ü from the dead, he reigns on high,
The nations learn his righteousness,
And humble sinners taste his grace.

PSALM 28.-L. M. [*]

God our Shepherd. 1

Shepherd is

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 vase,

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 resi'
'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. [*]
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Jehovah is his name;

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,

Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering'spirit back,

When I forsake his ways;
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,

In paths of truth and grace. 3 When I walk through the shades of death

Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath

Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,

Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days;
O may thine house be mine abode,

And all my work be praise.
6 There would I find a settled rest,

(While others go and come) No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home.

PSALM 23.-S. M. [*] 1

THE Lord my Shepherd is,

T be :

Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside ?
He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows,'
Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows.
Ife'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,