1 Thus by the woman's promis'd seed PSALM 40. Third Part. L. M. TH HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 3 In heav'n before his Father's throne, 4. "Behold! I come" (the Saviour cries, My heart delighted with thy choice: "Pleas'd, I assume a fleshly form, "A-kin to man, that dying worm. 6" 'Tis written in thy great decree; "Tis in thy book foretold of me ; "I must fulfil the Saviour's part; "And lo! thy law is in my heart. 7 "I'll magnify thy holy law, "And rebels to obedience draw; "When on my cross I'm lifted high, "Or to my crown above the sky. 8 The Spirit shall descend and show "What thou hast done, and what I do: 1 "The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, Thy wisdom and thy righteousness. BLEST PSALM 41. L. M. Charity to the poor. LEST is the man whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor; Whose soul, by sympathising love, Feels what his fellow saints endure, 2 His heart contrives, for their relief, More good than his own hands can do: He, in the time of gen'ral grief, Shall find the Lord has bowels too. 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, 1 PSALM 42. First Part. C. M. AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase; So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 2 For thee, my God, the living God, O! when shall I behold thy face, 3 Tears are my constant food, while thus "Deluded wretch! where is thy God? "And where his promis'd aid ?" 4 "Tis with a mournful pleasure now Then to thy house did numbers go, 5 But why's my soul sunk down so far Why do my thoughts indulge despair, 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand, 1 PSALM 42. Second Part. L. M. MY Y spirit sinks within me, Lord, And say, 66 "My God, my heav'nly Rock! Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul, that groans beneath thy stroke?? 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low; Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief, 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still : 1 PSALM 43. P. M. Complaint mingled with hope. MY God, defend my cause O! save me from th' unjust, Thy sad complaint. 2 Why dost thou, O my shield, In God I'll trust, 3 Now to thy sacred house Where saints, with morning vows, Thy power divine Shall there be shown, 4 O! send thy light abroad: 1 I'll hear thy word And praise the Lord. 5 There reach thy bounteous hand, There health and strength divine 7 My soul, awake to joy, Ye fears remove; No more I mourn; But blest, return To sing his love. PSALM 44. C. M. The Church's complaint in persecution. LORD, we have heard thy works of old Thy works of pow'r and grace; When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days: |