5 The Lord, that bruised the serpent's head,
On all the serpent's seed shall tread ;
The stubborn sinner's hope confound,
And smite him with a lasting wound.
6 But his right hand his saints shall raise
From the deep earth, or deeper seas;
And bring them to his courts above,
There to enjoy his perfect love.
Ver. 1-14. The Sufferings of Christ for our Salvation. 1 "SAVE me, O God; the swelling floods Break in upon my soul:
I sink, and sorrows o'er my head
Like mighty waters roll.
2 "I cry till all my voice is gone;
In tears I waste the day:
My God, behold my longing eyes,
And shorten thy delay.
3 "They hate my soul without a cause,
And still their number grows;
More than the hairs around my head,
And mighty are my foes.
4 "Twas when I paid that dreadful debt,
That men could never pay;
And gave those honors to thy law,
Which sinners took away."'
5 Thus, in the great Messiah's name,
The royal prophet mourns;
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,
And gives us joy by turns.
6"Now shall the saints rejoice, and find
Salvation in my name;
For I have borne their heavy load
Of sorrow, pain, and shame.
7 "Grief, like a garment, clothed me round,
And sackcloth was my dress,
While I procured for naked souls
A robe of righteousness.
8"Among my brethren and the Jews,
I like a stranger stood,
And bore their vile reproach, to bring
The Gentiles near to God.
9 "I came, in sinful mortals' stead,
To do my Father's will;
Yet, when I cleansed my Father's house,
They scandalized my zeal.
10 "My fasting and my holy groans
Were made the drunkard's song;
But God, from his celestial throne,
Heard my complaining tongue.
11 "He saved me from the dreadful deep,
Nor let my soul be drowned;
He raised and fixed my sinking feet
On well established ground.
12 ""Twas in a most accepted hour,
My prayer arose on high;
And for my sake my God will hear
The dying sinner's cry."
Ver. 14-21, 26, 29, 32. The Passion and Exaltation of Christ.
1 NOW let our lips, with holy fear
And mournful pleasure, sing
The sufferings of our great High Priest,
The sorrows of our King.
2 He sinks in floods of deep distress;
How high the waters rise!
While to his heavenly Father's ear
He sends perpetual cries.
3 "Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,
Nor hide thy shining face;
Why should thy favorite look like one
Forsaken of thy grace?
4"With rage they persecute the Man,
Who groans beneath thy wound;
While for a sacrifice I pour
My life upon the ground.
5" They tread my honor to the dust,
And laugh when I complain;
Their sharp, insulting slanders add
Fresh anguish to my pain.
6 "All my reproach is known to thee,
The scandal and the shame;
Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,
And lies defiled my name.
7 "I looked for pity, but in vain ;
My kindred are my grief;
I ask my friends for comfort round,
But meet with no relief.
8"With vinegar they mock my thirst;
They give me gall for food;
And, sporting with my dying groans,
They triumph in my blood.
9 "Shine into my distressed soul;
Let thy compassion save;
And though my flesh sink down to death,
Redeem it from the grave.
10 "I shall arise to praise thy name,
Shall reign in worlds unknown;
And thy salvation, O my God,
Shall seat me on thy throne."
Christ's Obedience and Death.
1 FATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace,
bless my Saviour's name;
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner's shame.
2 His deep distress has raised us high:
His duty and his zeal
Fulfilled the law which mortals broke,
And finished all thy will.
3 His dying groans, his living songs,
Shall better please my God
Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sound,
Than goat's or bullock's blood.
4 This shall his humble followers see,
And set their hearts at rest;
They by his death draw near to thee,
And live for ever bless'd.
5 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high,
To God their voices raise ;
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t' advance his praise.
6 Zion is thine, most holy God;
Thy Son shall bless her gates:
And glory, purchased by his blood,
For thine own Israel waits.
69 Christ's Passion, and Sinners' Salvation.
1 DEEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy soul.
2 In long complaints he spends his breath,
While hosts of hell, and powers of death,
And all the sons of malice, join
To execute their curs'd design.
3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love
Have made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Atoned for sins that we had done.
4 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honors of thy law restored;
His sorrows made thy justice known,
And paid for follies not his own.
5 Oh, for his sake, our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live.
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.
SECOND PART.
Ver. 7, &c. Christ's Sufferings and Zeal.
WAS for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustained that heavy load
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defiled his sacred face.
2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abuse the man that checks their sin :
While he fulfills thy holy laws,
They hate him, but without a cause.
3 "My Father's house," said he, “was made A place for worship, not for trade;"
Then, scattering all their gold and brass,
He scourged the merchants from the place.
4 Zeal for the temple of his God
Consumed his life, exposed his blood;
Reproaches at thy glory thrown
He felt, and mourned them as his own.
5 His friends forsook, his followers fled,
While foes and arms surround his head;
They curse him with a slanderous tongue,
And the false judge maintains the wrong.
6 His life they load with hateful lies,
And charge his lips with blasphemies :
They nail him to the shameful tree ;-
There hung the Man that died for me.
7 Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones,
Insult his piety and groans;
Gall was the food they gave
him there,
And mocked his thirst with vinegar.
8 But God beheld; and from his throne
Marks out the men who hate his Son;
The hand that raised him from the dead
Will pour forth vengeance on their head.
Prayer against Spiritual Enemies.
1 HASTEN, Lord, to my release,
Haste to help me, O my God!
Foes, like armed bands, increase;
Turn them back the way they trod.
2 Dark temptations round me press,
Evil thoughts my soul assail;
Doubts and fears, in my distress,
Rise till flesh and spirit fail.
3 Those that seek thee shall rejoice;
I am bowed with misery;
Yet I make thy law my choice;
Turn, my God, and look on me.
4 Thou mine only Helper art,
My Redeemer from the grave;
Strength of my desiring heart,
Do not tarry-haste to save.
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