4 Thy mighty arm, eternal pow'r, In mercy swept them from our shore, Our rights thy mercy will maintain, 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare, And still exalt thy fame; 1 While we glad songs of praise prepare D PSALM 21. Third Part. L. M. Christ exalted to the kingdom. AVID rejoic'd in God, his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace, But Christ, the Son, appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand! Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his command. 3 Whate'er he wills thy goodness gives, Nor doth the least request withhold: Blessings attend him while he lives, And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Around his sacred temples shine, Th' Eternal's uncreated rays: All pow'r is his, and grace divine, And length of everlasting days. 5 But as a fiery oven glows With raging heat, and burning coals; 1 Thy vengeance shall consume his foes; Christ forsaken on the cross. M'My soul without relief? Y God, my God, why hast thou left Of thy blest smiles to be bereft 2 But thou art holy, O my God, 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, 4 Shaking the head, they pass me by, 5 Yet, thou, O God! hast form'd my flesh, By thy almighty word, And since I hung upon the breast, 6 My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup: But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 7 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown; groans I waste my breath; In Thy heavy hand hath brought me down 8 Father, I give my spirit up, 1 PSALM 22. Second Part. Christ crucified. C. M. TRITHING in pain, our Saviour pray'd With mighty cries and tears: In that dread hour, his Father heard, And chas'd away his fears. 2 Great was the vict'ry of his death; And all the kindreds of the earth 3 A num'rous race shall mount the skies 4 The meek and humble souls shall see And all that seek the Lord shall be 5 The isles shall know the righteousness PSALM 22. Third Part. L. M. The sufferings and glory of Christ. 1 OW let our mournful songs record NOW The dying sorrows of our Lord; 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 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, And mock the pangs in which he dy❜d. 1 TESUS, my Lord, doth condescend, His cares shall all my wants supply. 2 In pastures green he doth me lead, And there in safety makes me feed: Refreshing streams are ever nigh, My thirsty soul to satisfy. 3 When stray'd, or languid, I complain, For his name's sake, in ways upright, 5 A table stor'd with living bread, Thou dost my head with oil anoint, 1 JE I shall not want. ESUS my Shepherd lives, 2 He leads me to the place S. M. Where heav'nly pasture grows; Where living waters gently pass; And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim: 4 While he affords his aid, I cannot want or fear: Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 5 In spite of all my foes 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. |