2 He fends the, fun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;
He bids the clouds with plenteous rain,
Refresh the thirfty earth again.
3 To his kind care we owe our breath,
And all our near efcapes from death;
Safety and health to God belong,
He heals the fick and guards the strong. 4 His own right hand his faints shall raise From death's dark fhade to fing his praife; And bring them to his courts above, To fee his face, and tafte his love.
Pfalm LXIX. Common Metre.
The Obedience and Death of Chrift.
ATHER, I fing thy wond'rous grace,
I blefs my Saviour's name;
He bought falvation for the poor,
And bore the finner's fhame.
2 His deep diftrefs hath rais'd us high;
His duty and his zeal
Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke,
And finish'd all thy will.
3 The facrifice he offer'd once
Has better pleas'd my God
Than all the victims of the law,
Than goats' or bullocks' blood.
This fhall his humble followers fee,
And fet their hearts at reft;
They by his death draw near to thee,
And live forever bleft.
Let heaven, and all who dwell on high,
To God their voices raife;
While lands and feas affit the sky,
And join advance the praise.
Zion is thine, moft holy God,
Thy fon fhall bless her gates;
And glory, purchas'd by his death,
For thy own Ifrael waits.
Plaim LXIX. Long Metre. [b]
The Sufferings of Chrift.
EEP in our hearts, let us record
The forrows of our dying Lord,
Behold the rifing billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy foul.
The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd the man who check'd their fin;
While he obey'd God's holy laws,
They hate him, but without a cause.
In long complaints he fpends his breath,
While hofts of hell and powers of death,
And all the fons of malice join,
To execute their vain defign.
Tor, gracious God, thy power and love
Hare made the curfe a bleffing prove;
Tho'
once upon the crofs he bied,
Immortal honours crown his head.
Thro' Chrift thy Son our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning finner live;
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor fhall our hope be turn'd to fhame.
Plaim LXX. Common Metre. [6.
Protection again Enemies.
REAT God, attend my humble call,
Nor hear my cries in vain ;
O let thy grace prevent my fall,
And ftill my hope fuftain.
2 When foes infulting wound my name,
And tempt my foul aftray;
Then let them hide their face with fhame,
To their own plots a prey.
Whilft all who love thy name rejoice,
And glory in thy word,
In thy favation raife their voice,
To magnify the Lord.
4 Be thou my help in time of need,
To thee, O Lord, I pray;
In mercy haften to my aid,
Nor let thy grace delay.
Palm LXXI. Firft Part. C. M. [b]
Old Age, Death, and the Refurrection.
MY God, my everlafting hope,
Thy hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 New wonders, Lord, my eyes have seen
With each revolving year;
Thou know'ft the days which yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
3 Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall fuftain my finking years,
If God my ftrength depart?
4 Down to the filent vale of death
Will be my next remove;
O may there poor remains of breath
Declare thy wond'rous love.
5 Let me thy power and truth proclaim
To the furviving age;
And leave a favour of thy name
When I fhall quit the stage.
6 By long experience I have known
Thy fovereign power to fave;
At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.
7 When I am buried in the duft,
My flefh fhall be thy care;
Thefe with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them ftrong and fair.
Plaim LXXI. Second Part. C. M. [*]
Christ our Strength and Righteousness.
MY Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting truft,
Thy goodness I adore;
And fince I knew thy graces firft,
I speak thy glories more.
3 My feet fhall travel all the length
Of the celeftial road,
And march with courage in thy Brength
To fee my Father, God.
4 When I am fill'd with fhame and grief
For fome remains of fin,
Thy promises fhall bring relief,
And give me peace within.
5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!
My foul, redeem'd from fin and hell,
Shall thy falvation fing.
My tongue fhall all the day proclaim
My Saviour's dying blood;
His death has brought my foes to fhame,
And made my peace with God.
Pfalm LXXII. First Part. L. M. [*
REAT God, whofe univerfal fway
All heav'n reveres, all worlds obey,
Now make the Saviour's glory known,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands,
Angels fubmit to his commands
His juftice fhall protect. the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.
3 With power he vindicates the just,
And treads th' oppreffor in the duft;
His righteous government fhall laft,
'Till days and years and time be past.
4 The heathen lands that lie beneath
The fhades of overfpreading death,
Revive at his firft dawning light,
And defarts bloffom at the fight.
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