2 "I cry till all my voice be gone; "In tears I waste the day:

My God, behold my longing eyes,
"And shorten thy delay.

3 "They hate my soul without a cause,
"And still their number grows,
"More than the hairs around my head,
"And mighty are my foes.

4 ""Twas then I paid that dreadful debt,
"That men could never pay;
"And gave those honours to thy law,
"Which sinners took away.'

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5 Thus, in the great Messiah's name,
The royal prophet mourns;
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,
And gives us joy by turns.

6"Now shall the saints rejoice, and find

"Salvation in my name;

"For I have borne their heavy load

"Of sorrow, pain, and shame.

7" Grief, like a garment, clothed me round,. "And sackcloth was my dress,

"While I procured for naked souls

"A robe of righteousness.

8" Amongst my brethren and the Jews, "I like a stranger stood,

"And bore their vile reproach, to bring "The Gentiles near to God.

9 "I came, in sinful mortals' stead,

"To do my Father's will;

"Yet when I cleansed my Father's house,

"They scandalized my zeal.

10"My fastings and my holy groans
"Were made the drunkard's song;
"But God, from his celestial throne,
"Heard my complaining tongue.

11" He saved me from the dreadful deed,
"Nor let my soul be drowned;
"He raised and fixed my sinking feet
"On well-established ground.

12"'Twas in a most accepted hour

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My prayer arose on high;

"And, for my sake, my God shall hear "The dying sinner's cry."

C. M. SECOND PART. Plymouth. [b]

V. 14-21, 26, 29, 32. The Passion and Exaltation of Christ. [OW let our lips, with holy fear

IN And mournful pleasure, sing

The sufferings of our great High Priest,
The sorrows of our King.

2 He sinks in floods of deep distress;
How high the waters rise!

While to his heavenly Father's ear
He sends perpetual cries.

3 "Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,
"Nor hide thy shining face;

"Why should thy favorite look like one,
"Forsaken of thy grace?

4" With rage they persecute the man,
"Who groans beneath thy wound;
"While for a sacrifice I pour

"My life upon the ground.

5 "They tread my honour to the dust,
"And laugh when I complain;
"Their sharp, insulting slanders add
"Fresh anguish to my pain.

6"All my reproach is known to thee,
"The scandal and the shame;
"Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,
"And lies defiled my name.

7" looked for pity, but in vain :
"My kindred are my grief
"I ask my friends for comfort round,
"But meet with no relief.

8" With vinegar they mock my thirst;
"They give me gall for food :

"And, sporting with my dying groans,

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They triumph in my blood.

9"Shine into my distressed soul,

"Let thy compassion save;

"And though my flesh sink down to death, "Redeem it from the grave.

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10 "I shall arise to praise thy name,
"Shall reign in worlds unknown;
“And thy salvation, O my God,
"Shall seat me on thy throne."]

C.M. THIRD PART. Bethlehem. St. Asaph's. [*]

Christ's Obedience and Death.

Fbless my Saviour's name;

ATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace.

He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner's shame.

o 2 His deep distress has raised us high:
His duty and his zeal

Fulfilled the law, which mortals broke,
And finished all thy will.

-3 His dying groans, his living songs,
Shall better please my God,

Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sound,
Than goat's or bullock's blood.

o 4 This shall his humble followers see,
And set their hearts at rest;

-They, by his death, draw near to thee,
And live forever blest.

s 5 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high,
To God their voices raise;
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t' advance his praise.

g 6 Zion is thine, most holy God;
Thy Son shall bless her gates:
And glory, purchased by his blood,
For thine own Israel waits.

L. M. FIRST PART. Dresden. Armley. [b]
Christ's Passion, and Sinners' Salvation.

elDThe deeper sorrows of our Lord;

EEP in our hearts, let us record

a Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm his holy soul.

e 2 In long complaints he spends his breath, -While hosts of hell, and powers of death, And all the sons of malice, join,

To execute their curst design.

o 3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love
Have made the curse a blessing prove;
-Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Atoned for sins that we had done.

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4 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honours of thy law restored,
His sorrows made thy justice known,
And paid for follies not his own.

5 O, for his sake, our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live!

o The Lord will hear us in his name,

Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.

L. M. SECOND PART. Geneva. Carthage. [b] Ver. 7, &c. Christ's Sufferings and Zeul.

WAS for our sake, eternal God,

'T Thy Son sustained that heavy load

Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defiled his sacred face.

2 [The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abused the man that checked their sin:
While he fulfilled thy holy laws,
They hated him, but without cause.

3" My Father's house," said he, was made
"A place for worship, not for trade;

Then scattering all their gold and brass,
He scourged the merchants from the place.]
4 Zeal for the temple of his God
Consumed his life, exposed his blood;
Reproaches at thy glory thrown

He felt, and mourned them as his own.
e 5 His friends forsook, his followers fled,
While foes and arms surround his head;
They curse him with a slanderous tongue,
And the false judge maintains the wrong.
6 His life they load with hateful lies,
And charge his lips with blasphemies:
a They nail him to the shameful tree;—
p There hung the Man who died for me!

e 7 [Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones,
Insult his piety and groans;

Gall was the food they gave him there,
And mocked his thirst with vinegar.]

But God beheld; and from his throne,
Marks out the men who hate his Son:
o The hand that raised him from the dead,
Shall pour forth vengeance on their head.

PSALM 71. C. M. FIRST PART. York. [*] Ver. 5-9. The aged Saint's Reflections and Hope, God, my everlasting hope,

'MI live upon thy truth;

Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthened all my youth.

2 My flesh was fashioned by thy power,
With all these limbs of mine;

And from my mother's painful hour,
I've been entirely thine.

3 Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;

Behold my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care.

4 Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
-And round me let thy glories shine,
Whene'er thy servant dies.

o 5 Then in the history of my age,
When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in every page,
In every line-thy praise.

C. M. SECOND PART.

Barby. Sunday. [*]1

V. 15, 14, 16, 23, 22, 24. Christ our Strength and

Righteousness.

1 M when I begin thy praise,

Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,

e Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace?

- Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore;

And since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

o 3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;

And march with courage in thy strength,
To see my Father God.

p 4 When I am filled with sore distress
For some surprising sin,