2 He sends the sun his circuit round, 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, He heals the weak, and guards the strong. 5 The Lord that bruis'd the serpent's head, 1 PSALM 69. First Part. Christ's passion and sinners' salvation. DEEP in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; To overwhelm his holy soul. 2 In long complaints he spends his breath, While hosts of hell, and pow'rs of death, And all the sons of malice join To execute their curs'd design. 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord T The sufferings and seal of Christ. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood; He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. 7 Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones, Insult his piety and groans; Gall was the food they gave him there, 8 But God beheld; and from his throne 1 Mark'd out the men that hate his Son: PSALM 69. Third Part. C. M. He bought salvation for the poor, 2 His deep distress hath rais'd us high: Fulfill'd the law, which mortals broke, 3 His dying groans, his living songs 4 This shall his humble follow'rs see, They by his death draw near to thee, 5 Let heav'n and all that dwell on high, While lands and seas assist the sky, 1 PSALM 70. L. M. A prayer of th church for the presence of Christ. THOU, whose hand the kingdom sways; Whom earth, and hell, and heav'n obeys; 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. 1 'M' MY Thy hands have held my childhood up, 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r, And, from my mother's painful hour, 3 Still hath my life new wonders seen Behold! my days that yet remain, 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, 5 Then in the hist'ry of my age, 1 PSALM 71. Second Part. C. M. MY Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, And, since I knew thy graces first, 3 My feet shall travel all the length And march with courage in thy strength, 4. When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, |