9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell;
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?

10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup:
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves in pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath:
Thy heavy hand hath brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;

My dying flesh shall rest in hope,

And rise at thy command.]

C. M. SECOND PART. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*
V. 20, 21, 27-31. CHRIST's Sufferings and Kingdom
p1"
TOW from the roaring lion's rage,

No

"O Lord, protect thy Son;

"Nor leave thy darling to engage "The powers of hell alone.'

-2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears:

o God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chased away his fears.

--3 Great was the victory of his death,
His throne's exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth,
Shall worship-or shall die.

4 A numerous offspring must arise,
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckoned in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

e 5 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;

--And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

o 6 The isles shall know the righteousness,
Of our incarnate God;

And nations yet unborn, profess
Salvation in his blood.

L. M. Carthage. [b]

CHRIST's Sufferings and Exaltation.
TOW let our mournful songs record
dying

When he complained in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God.

e 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads, and laughed in scorn;
d" He rescued 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 loved 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.
p 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 died.
-6 But God his Father heard his cry;
o Raised from the dead, he reigns on high;
-The nations learn his righteousness,

And humble sinners taste his grace.

PSALM 23. L. M.

Green's. Islington. [*]

God our Shepherd.

1M Now shall my wants be well supplied;

shepherd is the living Lord;

His providence and holy word

Become 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's divinely blest.

p 3 My wandering feet his ways mistake;
-But he restores my soul to peace,
o And leads me for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

p 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are;

-My heart and hope shall never fail,
o For God my shepherd's with me there.
e 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,
-Thou art my comfort, thou my stay:
o Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

e 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.]
7 [How I rejoice, when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest!
o 'Tis a divine anointing shed,
Like oil of gladness at a feast.
s 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.]
C. M. Barby. [*]

1

M

Shepherd will supply my need;
Jehovah is his name:

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

o 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.

e 3 When I walk through 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;

o My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head.

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

e O may thy house be my 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.

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1

S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*]
God's tender Care of his People.
HE Lord my Shepherd is,

THE

I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place, Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.

e 3 If e'er I go astray,

0

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!

e Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.

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8 5 In spite of all my foes,

Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

PSALM 24. C. M. Abridge. Bedford. [*]
Dwelling with God.

HE earth forever is the Lord's,

TWith Adam's numerous race;

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

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

d He who 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 who seek
The God of Jacob's face.

04 Now let our soul's immortal powers
To meet the Lord prepare ;

o Lift up their everlasting doors;
The King of glory's near.

e 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.

L. M. Islington. [*]

Saints dwell in Heaven; or, Christ's Ascension.

d 1 THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, And men and worms and beasts and birds; -He raised the building on the seas,

And gave it for their dwelling-place. o 2 But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: e Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his Maker God?

d 3 He who 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, Who seek the God of Jacob's face; o These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE. Oporto.

o 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
-Behold the King of glory nigh!
e Who can this King of glory be?
o The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
-6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour, way;
o Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.
7 Raised from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,

g

To give his saints a blest abode,

Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM 25. S.M. 1st PART. Little Marlboro. [b] Ver. 1-11.-Waiting for Pardon and Direction.

LIFT my soul to God,
My trust is in his name;