4 In his salvation is our hope, And in the name of God, the Lord, From thee, the Lord of heavenly host. And joy and triumph raise the song. WATTS. 1 DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength, Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, ; * WATTS. PSALM XXII. First Part. C. M. The Sufferings and Glory of Christ. I "NOW, in the hour of deep distress, 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, 3 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 I NOW let our mournful songs record 2 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, Till streams of blood each other meet; By let his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he dy❜d. 6 But God his father heard his cry; Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. 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, 5 Blest time! when all of human birth Shall to their heirs, his sacred truth PSALM XXIII. TATE varied. Common Metre. God's tender Care of his People. 1 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, 5 With liberal and unceasing care, 6 Since God doth thus his wond'rous love TATE. 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. S If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me in 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, |