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 Christ's passion and sinners' salvation. DEEP in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; Behold! the rising billows roll, 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. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord T 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd the man that check'd their sin a While he fulfill'd thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a cause. 3" My Father's house," said he, "was made "A place for worship, not for trade:" Then scatt'ring all their gold and brass, He scourg❜d the merchants from the place. 4 Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood; Reproaches, at thy glory thrown, He felt, and mourn'd them as his own, 5 His friends forsook, his follow'rs fled, While foes and arms surround his head; They curse him with a sland'rous tongue, And the false judge maintains the wrong. 6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blasphemies; They nail him to the shameful tree : There hung my Lord, who died for me. 7 Wretches, 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. 1 PSALM 69. Third Part. C. M. God glorified in the obedience and death of Christ. FATHER, I sing thy wond'rous grace, I bless my Saviour's name; He bought salvation for the poor, 2 His deep distress hath rais'd us high: Fulfill'd the law, which mortals brokę, 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 the 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, 6 Saints shall be glad before thy face, I PSALM 71. First Part. C. M.. Y 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 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 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, |