Witches, 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,
Shall pour due vengeance on their head.

PSALM 69.

Third Part. C. M.

Praise for the obedience and death of Christ.
ATHER, I sing thy wond'rous grace,
I bless my Saviour's name;

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 sound,
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;

While lands 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.

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PSALM 70. L. M.

A prayer of the church for the presence of Christ. THOU, whose hands the kingdom sway; Whom earth, and hell, and heav'n obey: To help thy chosen sons appear, And show thy pow'r and glory here! 2 While stupid wretches, sunk in sleep, Slide 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 attir'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 MY 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 our strength and righteousness.

MY 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:

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I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

PSALM 71. Third Part. C. M.
The aged christian's prayer and song.
OD of my childhood, and my youth,
The Guide of all my days,

GOD

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!

5 Thy righteousness is deep and high;
Unsearchable thy deeds:

Thy glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all my praise exceeds.

6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar,
And oft endur'd the grief;

But when thy hand has prest me sore,
Thy grace was my relief.

7 By long experience have I known
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save:
At thy command, I venture down
Securely to the grave.

8 When I lie buried deep in dust,
My flesh shall be thy care:
These with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

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GR

PSALM 72. First Part. L. M.
The kingdom of God.

REAT God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne.

2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,
All heav'n submits to his commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.
3 With pow'r he vindicates the just,
And treads th' oppressor in the dust;
His worship and his fear shall last,
Till hours, and years, and time be past.
4 As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down:
His grace on fainting souls distils,
Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills.
5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,