This fruitless fearch no more be mine,

Such hopes I now recal;

My earthly profpects I refign,

And make my God my all.

WATTS.

Plaim XL. First Part. C. M. [b]

Deliverance from great. Difirefs.

WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry;
He faw me refting on his word,
And brought falvation nigh.
2 Sunk in the depths of fore distress,
And all my itruggles vain;
When human help teem'd daily lefs,
He rais'd me up again.

3 Firm on a rock he made me ftand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praife the wonders of his hand,
In a new, thankful fong.

4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad,
The faints with joy thall hear ;
And finners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

5 What mercies fill my wond'ring view!
How many and how great !

Life is too fliort, and words too few,
Their numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
With hope I'll never part;
For God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.

F

WATTS

Pfalm XL. Sec. Part. C. M. [*

The Divine Million and Sacrifice of Chrift.
HUS faith the Lord, "Your work is vain
Give your burnt offerings o'er;
In dying goats and bullocks flain,
My foul delights no more."

2 Then fpake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here,
My God, to do thy will;
Whate'er thy facred books declare,
Thy fervant fhall fulfil."

3 And fee, the bleft Redeemer comes,
Th' eternal Son appears;
And at th' appointed time affumes
The body God prepares !

4 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,
And much his truth he fhow'd;
And preach'd the way of righteousness,
Where great affemblies stood.

5

His Father's honour touch'd his heart,
He pitied finners' cries;

And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a facrifice.

6 No blood of beasts on altars shed
Could cleanse from guilt within;
But the one facrifice he made,
Atones for all our fin.

7 Then was the great falvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom fhock;

Thus by the woman's promis'd feed,
The ferpent's head was broke.

WATTS

Pfalm XLI. Long Metre,
Charity rewarded.

LEST is the man, whofe tender care Relieves the poor in their diftrefs; Whofe pity wipes the widow's tear, Whofe hand fupports the fatherless. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hand can do ; He in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too. 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth, With fecret bleflings on his head; When drought, and peftilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languifh on his couch, God will pronounce his fins forgiven; Will fave him with a healing touch, Or take his willing foul to heaven.

WATTS.

Pfalm XLII. Common Metre. [* or b]

S

As

The Pleafure of Public Worship.
pants the hart for cooling ftreams,
When heated in the chafe ;
So longs my foul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirfty foul doth pine;"

O when fhall I behold thy face,
Thou majefty divine?

3 I figh whene'er my mufing thoughts
Thofe happy days prefent,

When I, with my religious friends,
Thy temple did frequent.

L.

Pfalm XL. Sec. Part. C. M. [

TH

The Divine Miffion and Sacrifice of Chrift.

HUS faith the Lord, "Your work is vair
Give your burnt offerings o'er ;

In dying goats and bullocks flain,
My foul delights no more."

2 Then fpake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here,
My God, to do thy will;
Whate'er thy facred books declare,
Thy fervant fhall fulfil."

3 And fee, the bleft Redeemer comes,
Th' eternal Son appears;

And at th' appointed time affumes
The body God prepares !

4 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,
And much his truth he fhow'd;
And preach'd the way of righteousness,
Where great affemblies ftood.

5 His Father's honour touch'd his heart,
He pitied finners' cries;

And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,
Was made a facrifice.

6 No blood of beasts on altars shed
Could cleanfe from guilt within;
But the one facrifice he made,
Atones for all our fin.

7 Then was the great falvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom fhook;

Thus by the woman's promis'd feed,
The ferpent's head was broke.

WATTS

Pfalm XLI. Long Metre.

BEST

Charity rewarded.

[X]

LEST is the man, whofe tender care
Relieves the poor in their diftrefs;
Whofe pity wipes the widow's tear,
Whofe hand fupports the fatherless.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hand can do ;
He in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.
3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth,
With fecret bleflings on his head;
When drought, and peftilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his fins forgiven;
Will fave him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing foul to heaven.

WATTS.

Plaim XLII. Common Metre. [* or b]

The Pleasure of Public Worship.

A when heated in the chafe
S pants the hart for cooling ftreams,

;

So longs my foul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty foul doth pine;

3

O when fhall I behold thy face,
Thou majefty divine?

I figh whene'er my mufing thoughts
Thofe happy days prefent,

When I, with my religious friends,
Thy temple did frequent.