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2 He sends the sun his circuit round,
Refresh the thirsty earth again. 3
To his kind care we owe our breath,
He heals the fick and guards the strong. 4 His'own right hand his faints shall raise
From death's dark shade to fing his praife;
Psalm LXIX. Common Metre.
The Obedience and Death of Christ.
Saviour's name ; He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the finner's shame.
His duty and his zeal
And finish'd all thy will,
Has better pleas'd my God Than all the victims of the law,
Than goats' or bullocks' blood. 4 This shall his humble followers fee, And set their hearts at rest
; They by his death draw near to thee,
And live forever bleft.
Let heaven, and all who dwell on high,
To God their voices raise;
And join advance the praise.
Thy son shall bless her gates ; And glory, purchas'd by his death, For thy own Ifrael waits.
Plaim LXIX. Long Metre. [b]
The Sufferings of Cbrift.
Bchold the rising billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy soul.
And let the mourning finner live;
Pralin Lxx. Common Metre.
Protection againg Enemies.
cries in vain Olet thy grace prevent my fall,
And still my hope fustain. 2 When foes insulting wound my name,
And tempt my soul astray; Then let them hide their face with shame,
To their own plots a prey.
And glory in thy word,
To magnify the Lord.
To thee, O Lord, I pray ; In mercy hasten to my aid, Nor let thy grace delay.
Plalm LXXI. First Part. C. M. [b]
Old Age, Death, and the Resurrection.
And strengthen'd all my youth.
With each revolving year ;
I trust them to thy care.
And leave my fainting heart ?
Who faall sustain my finking years,
If God my strength depart?
Will be moy next remove ;
Declare thy wond'rous love.
To the surviving age;
When I shall quit the stage.
Thy sovereign power to save ;
Securely to the grave.
My fath shall be thy care;
Plalin LXXI. Second Part. C. M.[*]
Christ our Strength and Rightcoufnefs.
The numbers of thy grace?
Thy goodness I adore;
I speak thy glories more.
Of the celestial road,
4 When I am filld with shamţ and grief
For some remains of fin,
And give me peace within.
The victories of my King !
Shall thy salvation fing.
My Saviour's dying blood ;
Psalm LXXII. First Part. L. M. [*]
The Kingdom of Chrift.
All heav'n reveres, all worlds obey,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
Angels submit 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 days and years and time be past. 4
The heathen lands that lie beneath