2 'Tis his fupreme prerogative 3 And God the glorious time brings on, 4 When fin and fuffering fhall end, XLI. PSALM XXII. Com. Met. WATTS. Example of CHRIST, particularly in Suffering. Y God, if wife and fit it be, MY But I refign my will to thee, 2 Thus did our fuffering Saviour pray, 3 Tempted in all like mortal man, 4 His life and death our leffon is, PSALM XLII. PSALM XXIII. Mid. Met. MERRICK, GOD our Shepherd. O! my fhepherd is divine, 'L° 2 3 4 5 Want fhall never more be mine; In a pasture fair and large He fhall feed his happy charge. When I faint with fummer's heat, To the ftreams, that ftill and flow Though the dreary vale I tread Thou doft round my favoured head All thy richest bounty fhed, All my life with good o'erflows, 6 Thus unto my latest end Thou shalt be my guide, my friend; Death fhall only lead to thee. XLIII. PSALM XXIII. Com. Met. TATE. I TH GOD our Shepherd. HE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, The The shepherd, by whofe conftant care 2 He doth my wandering foul reclaim, 3 I pass the gloomy vale of death, 4 With liberal hand, unceasing care, 5 He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, Since God doth thus his wondrous love That life to him will I devote, And in his fervice spend. ; XLIV. PSALM XXIII, Long Met. WATTS. I 2 3 Y fhepherd is the living Lord; MY My wants fhall all be well fupplied; His providence and holy word Shall be my fafety and my guide. In paftures, where falvation grows, My wandering feet his ways miftake, 4 Though 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale 5 Amid the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble fleps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. XLV. PSALM XXIII. Com. Met. WATTS. I Μ The fame. Y Shepherd's care fupplies my needs; M His praifes be my theme! To paftures fresh my steps he leads, 2 My wandering heart his love reclaims, 3 Wrapped in the gloomy fhades of death, 4 5 A word of his almighty breath Re-animates my clay. His hand till guards me from my foes, My cup with bleffing overflows, And peace its sweetness fheds. But with a richer hand my God XLVI. PSALM XXIII. Short Met. WATTS. 2 3 4 5 T The fame. HE Lord my fhepherd is, If he be mine, and I be his, He leads me to the place If from his fold I ftray, My Shepherd's friendly voice Recalls my steps from error's way; And I again rejoice. While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Though I should walk through death's dark fhade, My Shepherd's with me there. No bound thy kindness knows, 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Never from thee will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. PSALM |