2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn; "He rescu'd others from the grave; "Now let him try himself to save. 3" This is the man did once 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 Barbarous people! cruel priests!

How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left 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'd. 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.

PSALM XXIII. (L. M.)

God our Shepherd.

1 MY shepherd is the living Lord;
Now shall my wants be well supply'd;
His providence and holy word
Becoine my safety and my guide.

2 In pastures where salvation grows
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food divinely blest.

3 My wandering feet his ways mistake,
But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.
4 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my shepherd's with me there.
5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
6 The sons of earth and sons of hell
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine
To see my table spread so well
With living bread and cheerful wine.

[How I rejoice when on my head Thy spirit condescends to rest! Tis a divine anointing shed Like oil of gladness at a feast. 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his household all their days: There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face and sing his praise.]

PSALM XXIII. (C. M.)

1 MY Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name;

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wandering spirit back,
When I forsake his ways;

And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

3 When I walk thro' the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay;

A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand in spite of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;

O may thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!

6 There would I find a settled rest,
(While others go and come)
No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.

PSALM XXIII. (S. M.)

1 THE Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supply'd;
Since he is mine, and i am his,
What can 1 want beside?

2 He leads me to the place

3

Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.

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

While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,

My shepherd's with me there.

5 In spite of all my foes,

6

Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

1 THE

PSALM XXIV. (C. M.)
Dwelling with God.

HE earth for ever is the Lord's,
With Adam's numerous race;

He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,
And built it on the seas.

2 But who among the sons of men,
May visit thine abode?

He that has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.

3 This is the man may rise and take
The blessings of his grace;

This is the lot of those that seek
The God of Jacob's face.

4 Now let our souls' immortal power
To meet the Lord prepare,
Lift up their everlasting doors,
The King of Glory's near.

5 The King of Glory! Who can tell
The wonders of his might?
He rules the nations; but to dwell
With saints, is his delight.

PSALM XXIV. (L. M.)

Saints dwellin Heaven: or, Christ's Ascension. 1 THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,

And men, and worms, and beasts, and
He rais'd the building on the seas, [birds:
And gave it for their dwelling-place.
2 But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky:
Who shall ascend that blest abode,
And dwell so near his Maker, God?
3 He that abhors and fears to sin,

Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean,
Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.

4 These are the men, the pious race
That seek the God of Jacob's face;
These shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE.

5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of Glory nigh;
Who can this King of Glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display
To make the Lord the Saviour way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The conqueror comes with God to dwell.
Rais'd from the dead he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM XXV. 1-11. 1st Part. (S. M.)

Waiting for Pardon and Direction. 1 LIFT my soul to God,

My trust is in his name;

Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.

2 Sin and the powers of hell
Persuade me to despair;

3

4

Lord, make me know thy covenant well,
That I may 'scape the snare.

From the first dawning light,
Till the dark evening rise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait
With ever-longing eyes.

Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.

5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn his ways,
And every humble sinner find
The methods of his grace.

6

For his own goodness' sake
He saves my soul from shame:
He pardons (tho' my guilt be great)
Thro' my Redeemer's name.

PSALM XXV. 12, 14, 10, 13. 2d Part. (S. M.) Divine Instruction.

1 WHERE shall the man be found

2

3

4

That fears t'offend his God,

That loves the gospel's joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod?

The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of his heart,

The wonders of his covenant show,
And all his love impart.

The dealings of his hand

Are truth and mercy still

With such as to his covenant stand,
And love to do his will.

Their souls shall dwell at ease

Before their Maker's face;

Their seed shall taste the promises

In their extensive grace.

PSALM XXV. 15-22. 3d Part. (S. M.) Distress of Soul.

1 MINE eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord;

I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his Word.

2 Turn, tarn thee to my soul,

3

Bring thy salvation near;

When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare?

When shall the sovereign grace

Of my forgiving God

Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?

4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.

5 With every morning light

6

My sorrow new begins;

Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.

PAUSE.

Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!

Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.