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'TWAS for my sake, eternal God,
4 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honours of thy law restor'd:
And paid for follies, not his own. 5 O for his sake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live!
, Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach, and sore disgrace ;
And shame defil'd his sacred face. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd the man that check'd their sin a
They hate him, but without a cause. 3 “ My Father's house,” said he, “ was made
“A place for worship, not for trade :"
He scourg'd the merchants from the place, 4 Zeal for the temple of his God
Consum'd his life, expos’d his blood;
He felt, and mourn'd.them as his own. 5 His friends forsook, his follow'rs fled,
While foes and arms surround his head ;
And the false judge maintains the wrong. 6 His life they load with hateful lies,
And charge his lips with blasphemies;
7 Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones,
Insult his piety and groans ;
And mock'd his thirst with vinegar.
pour due vengeance on their head.
PSALM 69. Third Part. C. M.
I bless my Saviour's name;
And bore the sinner's shame.
His duty and his zeal
And finish'd all thy will.
Shall better please my God,
Than goat's or bullock's blood.
And set their hearts at rest :
And live for ever blest,
; 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,
PSALM 70. L. M. A prayer of th: church for the presence of Christ. 1 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,
Siide onward to the fiery deep,
Believe no hell, and wish no heav'n ;
And Zion mourns in deep distress ;
Truth fails, and love is waxen cold. 4 O haste, with ev'ry gift inspir’d,
With glory, truth, and grace åttir’d,
Thou Sun, whom beams divine adorn! 5 Assert the honour of thy name;
O'erwhelm thy foes with fear and shame ;
And change their enmity to love.
And grow in faith, in truth, and grace :
Yield fruits of peace and pure delight. 7 O hither, then, thy footsteps bend;
Swift as a roe, from hills descend ;
PSALM 71. First Part. C. M..
The aged saint's reflection and hope. 1 Y God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thy hands have held my
With all these limbs of mine ;
I've been entirely thine.
Repeated ev'ry year ;
I trust them to thy care.
When hoary hairs arise ;
Whene'er thy servant dies.
When men review my days,
Christ is our strength and righteousness.
When I begin thy praise,
The numbers of thy grace ?
Thy goodness I adore !
I speak thy glories more.
Of the celestial road;
To see my Father, God.
I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victries of my King !
Shall thy salvation sing.
My Saviour and my God;
He sav'd me by his blood.
With this delightful song: I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long. PSALM 71.
Third Part. C. M.
The guide of all my days,
And told thy wond'rous ways.
And leave my fainting heart ? Who shall sustain my sinking years
If God, my strength, depart?
To the surviving age;
When I shall quit the stage.
next remove :
Teach the wide world thy love!
Unsearchable thy deeds :