SELECTION 17. From the xxii. Psalm of David. PART I. C. M. MY God, my God, why leav'st thou me When I with anguish faint? 3 With laughter, all the gazing crowd They shoot the lip, they shake the head 4 "In God he trusted, boasting oft Let God come down to save him now, 5 Withdraw not, then, so far from me, O send me help! thy help, on which PART II. C. M. 1 LIKE water is my life pour'd out, 2 My strength is like a potsherd dried, 3 Like dogs, to compass me, my foes They pierced my inoffensive hands, A my 4 My body's rack'd, till all bones 5 As spoil, my garments they divide, PART III. C. M. 1 LORD, to my brethren I'll declare 2 "Ye worshippers of Jacob's God, O praise the Lord, and to your praise 3 "He ne'er disdain'd on low distress 4 Thus in thy sacred courts, will I 5 The meek companions of my grief And all that seek the Lord shall be Then shall the glad converted world 7 'Tis his supreme prerogative O'er all mankind to reign; 'Tis just that he should rule the world, Who does the world sustain. 8 The rich who are with plenty fed The sons of want, by him relieved, 9 With humble worship to his throne That power, which first their being gave, Alone can them support. 10 Then shall a chosen spotless race, To their adoring sons his truth SELECTION 18. C. M. From the xxiii. Psalm of David. THE THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, The shepherd, by whose constant care 2 In tender grass he makes me feed, Then leads me to cool shades, and where 3 He does my wandering soul reclaim, 4 I pass the gloomy vale of death, 5 Since God doth thus his wondrous love Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote, THE SELECTION 19. C. M. From the xxiv. Psalm of David. HE spacious earth is all the Lord's, The world, and they that dwell therein, 2 He framed and fix'd it on the seas Upon inconstant floods has made 3 But for himself, this Lord of all O who shall to that sacred hill 4 The man whose hands and heart are pure, Whose thoughts from pride are free; Who honest poverty prefers To gainful perjury. 5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord 6 Such is the race of saints, by whom And such the proselytes that seek 7 Erect your heads, eternal gates; The King of glory: see! he comes 8 Who is the King of glory? who? 9 Erect your heads, ye gates; unfold, The King of glory: see! he comes 10 Who is the King of glory? who? SELECTION 20. S. M. TO God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice: 2 Those who on thee rely, Be that the shameful lot of such 3 To me thy truth impart, And lead me in thy way; For thou art he that brings me help; 4 Thy mercies and thy love, And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, 6 His mercy and his truth The righteous Lord displays, 7 He those in justice guides Who his direction seek; And in his sacred paths shall lead 8 Through all the ways of God To such as, with religious hearts, |