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4 The pangs of our expiring Lord

The honours of thy law restor'd:
His sorrows made thy justice known,

And paid for follies, not his own. 5 O 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 turn'd to shame.
PSALM 69. Second Part. L. M.

The sufferings an:l seal of Christ.
"WAS for my sake, eternal God,

Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load
Of base reproach, and sore disgrace ;

And shame defil'd his sacred face. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,

Abus'd the man that check'd their sin a
While he fulfill'd 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 scatt’ring all their gold and brass,

He scourg'd the merchants from the place, 4 Zeal for the temple of his God

Consum'd his life, expos’d his blood;
Reproaches, at thy glory thrown,

He felt, and mourn'd.them as his own. 5 His friends forsook, his follow'rs fled,

While foes and arms surround his head ;
They curse him with a sland'rous 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 my Lord, who 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 mock'd his thirst with vinegar.
8 But God beheld ; and from his throne

Mark'd out the men that hate his Son :
The hand that rais'd him from the dead,

vengeance on their head. PSALM 69. Third Part. C. M. God glorified in the obedience and death of Christ. 1 FATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace, He bought salvation for the poor,

And bore the sinner's shame,
2 His deep distress hath rais'd us high:

His duty and his zeal
Fulfill'd the law, which mortals broke,

And finish'd all thy will,
3 His dying groans, his living songs

Shall better please my God,
Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sounds

Than goat's or bullock's blood.
4 This shall his humble follow'rs see,

And set their hearts at rest :
They by his death draw near to thee,

And live for ever blest.
5 Let heav'n and all that dwell on high,
To God their voices raise

; Whileʻlands and seas assist the sky,

And join t' advance the praise. 6 Zion is thine, most holy God :

Thy Son shall bless her gates ; And glory, purchas'd by his blood,

For thine own Israel waits,

PSALM 70. L. M. A prayer of th: church for the presence of Christ. 1 THOU, whose hand the kingdom sways;

Whom earth, and hell, and heav'n obeys; To help thy chosen sons appear,

And show thy pow'r and glory here ! 2 While stupid wretches, sunk in sleep,

Siide onward to the fiery deep,
To sense, and sin and madness giv'n,

Believe no hell, and wish no heav'n ;
3 While fools deride, while foes oppress,

And Zion mourns in deep distress ;
Her friends withdraw, her foes grow bold;

Truth fails, and love is waxen cold. 4 O haste, with ev'ry gift inspir’d,

With glory, truth, and grace åttir’d,
Thou Star of heav'n's eternal morn ;

Thou Sun, whom beams divine adorn! 5 Assert the honour of thy name;

O'erwhelm thy foes with fear and shame ;
Then, send thy Spirit from above,

And change their enmity to love.
6 Saints shall be glad before thy face,

And grow in faith, in truth, and grace :
Thy church shall blossom in thy sight,

Yield fruits of peace and pure delight. 7 O hither, then, thy footsteps bend;

Swift as a roe, from hills descend ;
Mild as the sabbath's cheerful ray,
Till life unfolds eternal day !

PSALM 71. First Part. C. M..

The aged saint's reflection and hope. 1 Y God, my everlasting hope,

I live upon thy truth;


Thy hands have held my childhood up,

And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r,

With all these limbs of mine ;
And, from my mother's painful hour,

I've been entirely thine.
3 Still hath my life new wonders seen

Repeated ev'ry year ;
Behold! my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care. 4 Cast me not off when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise ;
And round me let thy glory shine,

Whene'er thy servant dies. 5 Then in the hist'ry of my age,

When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in ev'ry page,
In ev'ry line thy praise.
PSALM 71. Second Part. C. M.
Christ is our strength and righteousness.
Y 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 trust,

Thy goodness I adore !
And, since I knew thy graces first,

I speak thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road ;
And march with courage in thy strength,

To see my Father, God.
4. When I am fill'd with sore distress
For some surprising sin,


I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,

And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell

The vict'ries of my King !
My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell,

Shall thy salvation sing.
6 My tongue shall all the day proclaim

My Saviour and my God;
His death hath brought my foes to shame;

He sav'd me by his blood.
7 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs,

With this delightful song:
I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.
PSALM 71. Third Part. C. M.

The aged christian's prayer and song.
A OD of my childhood, and my youth,

The guide of all my days,
I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth,

And told thy wond'rous ways.
2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,

And leave my fainting heart ?
Who shall sustain my sinking years

If God, my strength, depart ?
3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim

To the surviving age;
And leave a savour of thy name,

When I shall quit the stage. 4. The land of silence and of death Attends

my next remove :
O may these poor remains of breath

Teach the wide world thy love !
Thy righteousness is deep and high;

Unscarchable thy deeds :

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