2. Deep were the wounds our folly gave,The wounds the dying Saviour bore; When, bow'd in agonies to save,

Life flow'd from every bleeding pore.

3. Beneath our guilt his loins opprest,His flesh the dreadful torment bare: Feeble and broke, his anguish'd breast, Pour'd forth to God his dying prayer.

4. He asks-Jehovah's pity flows;

Swift to uphold his God appears;
His great Salvation he bestows,
His Church with joy his vict'ry hears.

PSALM 39. Part I. (L. M.)
The shortness and vanity of Life.

1. ALMIGHTY maker of my frame!
-Teach me the measure of my days:
To know how poor and weak I am,

And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2. My days are shorter than a span: A passing shade my life appears: Frail at the best is dying man :

A cypher sums his utmost years.

3. His schemes of worldly bliss how vain! What fruitless cares distract his mind! He heaps up wealth with toil and pain, Then dies, and leaves it all behind.

4. Oh! be a nobler portion mine,

Which moth or rust can ne'er decay!
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
For joys which none can take away.

PSALM 39. Part II. (C. M.)

Prayer and Resignation in Sickness.

1. GOD of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel;

But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

2. Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command:
I'll not attempt a murmuring word
Against thy chastening hand.

3. Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust:

Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.

4. I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepar'd to go,
When I the summons hear!

5. But if my life be spared awhile,
Before my last remove,

Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

PSALM 40. Part 1. (c. M.)

Deliverance from deep Affliction.

1. I WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry:

He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.

2. He rais'd me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay;
And from my bonds releas'd my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.

3. Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In new and thankful song.

4. I'll spread his works of grace abroad;
The saints with joy shall hear,
And sinners learn to make my God
Their hope and only fear.

5. How many are thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not words nor hours enough
Their numbers to repeat.

PSALM 40. Part II. (L. M.)

Christ the atoning Sacrifice.

1. THOU gracious Lord, hast not desir'd,
Off'rings and sacrifice alone;
Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir'd,
For man's transgressions to atone.

2. Thy blessed Son came to fulfil
What thy own oracles impart :
He gave himself to do thy will:-
Thy law was written in his heart.

3. Now they that humbly seek thy face,
Thro' him to joyful hope are rais'd;
And all who prize redeeming grace,
Shall ever sing, "The Lord be prais'd.”

4. Who can thy mercies, Lord, recount, What wonders thou for us hast wrought, The treasures of thy love surmount The power of numbers, speech, and thought.

PSALM 41. (L. M.)

Blessed are the Merciful.

1. HE, who with generous pity glows,
Who learns to feel another's woes,
Turns to the poor a list'ning ear,
And wipes the helpless orphan's tear:-
2. Who to th' afflicted gives relief,

And kindly soothes each anxious grief;
In every want, in every woe,

Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know.

3. Thou shalt prolong and guard his days,
And shed thy blessing on his ways;
Nor leave him, in the evil hour,
A prey to man's relentless power.

4. When languid with disease and pain,
Thou, Lord, his spirit shalt sustain :
Thine arm shall raise his sinking head,
And make, in sickness, all his bed.

PSALM 42. Part I. (C. M.)
Thirsting after God.

1. AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

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2. For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;

O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3. I sigh, with anxious care opprest,
To think of happier days,
When with the joyful crowd I went
To sing glad songs of praise.

4. Why art thou troubled, O my soul!
His praise thou yet shalt sing:
Hope still in him, who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

PSALM 42. Part II. (C. M.)

Trust in God under Affliction.
1. AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;
Tho' o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.

2. The hand which now withholds my joys, Can yet restore my peace;

And he who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease.

3. In the dark watches of the night
I'll count his mercies o'er;

I'll praise him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.

4. When darkness and when sorrows rose, And press'd on every side,

The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,
And still has been my guide.