> 4 In his salvation is our hope,' And in the name of God, the Lord, Our troops shall lift their banners up, And joy and triumph raise the song. PSALM XXI. Long Metre. I DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, WATTS. PSALM XXII. First Part. C. M. b The Sufferings and Glory of Christ. 1 "NOW, in the hour of deep distress, "My God, support thy SON, "When horrors dark my soul oppress, 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, 3 Great was the victory of his death, 4 A numerous offspring shall reward "I call them," saith the glorious Lord, 5 The meek and humble souls shall see And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. PSALM XXII WATTS, varied. Second Part. L. M. b Christ's Death and Resurrection. 1 NOW let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, Like one forsaken of his God. 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. 66 3" Behold the man who did pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, Why doth he fail to help him now?" 4 O harden'd people! cruel priests!.. How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had put him in their power 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he dy'ď. 6 But God his father heard his cry; Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. WATTS. PSALM XXII. Third Part. C. M. # or b Obedience to God due from all Men. I LET all the various tribes of men 2 'Tis his prerogative supreme [ 'Tis just that he should rule the world, Who does the world sustain. 3. The rich, whom he with plenty feeds, The sons of want, whom he relieves, 4 With humble confidence to God. bat. For he who first their beings gave, 5 Blest time! when all of human birth Shall to their heirs, his sacred truth TATE varied. PSALM XXIII. Common Metre. God's tender Care of his People. 1 THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, 2 In tender grass he makes me feed, Then leads me to cool shades, and where 3 He does my wand'ring feet reclaim, 4 I'll pass the gloomy vale of death, 5 With liberal and unceasing care, He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, 6 Since God doth thus his wond'rous love Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote, TATE God's tender Care of his People. 1 THE Lord my shepherd is, 2. He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name. 4 Whilst he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 5 In sight of all my foes, He does my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, 6 The bounties of his love Shall crown my future days; Nor from his house will I remove, Nor cease to speak his praise. WATTS. PSALM XXIII. Six Line Long Metre. # 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, |