And fasting mortify his soul.
While for their life he pray'd.

14 They groan, and curse hip on their
Yet still he pleads and mourns: [bed,
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.

50 glorious type of heav'nly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;

-While sinners curse, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears.

-6 He, the true David, Israel's King,
Blest and belov'd of God,

To save us rebels dead in sin,
Poy'd his own dearest blood.
HYMN 2D. BARBY.

IGH in the heavens, eternal God,

Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud,
That veils and darkens thy designs.

2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thine hands,
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

3 Thy Providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast thy bounty share,
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.

e 4 My God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort ---The sons of Adam, in distress, {springs! Fly to the shadow of thy wings."

5 From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; o There merey like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste.

e 3 Yet may I plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;
My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

p 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust;

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

-6 I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepar'd to go,
When I the surumons hear.

7 But if my life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove,

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

DORSET. BISHOPSGATE.

PSALM 40. C. M. FIRST PART. Verse 1, 2, 3, 5, 17.

A Song of Deliverance from great Dis

e 1

tress.

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.

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

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

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

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And light and peace depart;
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.
ABRIDGE. YORK,

C. M. SECOND PART.

Verse 6-9.

The Incarnation and Sacrifice of CHRIST. d 1 THUS saith the Lord, "Your work is "Give your burnt off'rings o'er [vaing "In dying goats, and bullocks slain, "My soul delights no more.",

PSALM 41. L. M.

Ver. 1, 2, 3.

flicted.

LEST is the man, whose bowels, inove,

And melt with pity to the poor; p Whose soul, by sympathising love, Feels what his fellow saints endure.

-2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; e He, in a time of gen'ral grief, -Shall find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, o When drought, and pestilence, and Around him multiply their dead [death,

e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, -God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav'n. ARMLEY. BATH.

PSALM 42. C. M. FIRST PART. Ver. 1-5. Desertion and Hope: or, Absence from Public Worship.

7ITH earnest longings of the mind

WMy God, to thee I look;

Hope in Affliction.

p 1 MY spirit sinks within me, Lord→ -But I will call thy name to mind;

And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.

e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head.
-3 Yet will the Lord command his love,
When I address his throne by day;
Nor in the night his grace remove,
The night shall hear me sing and pray.

e 4 I'll east myself before his feet,
d And say, 'My God, my heav'nly Rock,
p 'Why doth thy love so long forget

"The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"

2 How thou didst build thy churches And make thy gospel known: [here, • Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone.

o 5 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng,

Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.

e 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with Confusion fills our face, [shame,

To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
der ben ha

8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace!

e Why should we look like men abhorr'd,

Or banish'd from thy face?
9-10-

-11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,

Our Saviour and our God;

We plead the honours of thy name,

The merits of thy blood.

ST. MARTIN'S. BEDFORD.

L. M. SECOND PART.

CHRIST and his Church: or, the Mystical Marriage,

e I THE King of saints, how fair his face* Adorn'd with majesty and grace!

o He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love.

b 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold The queen array'd in purest goid; -The world admires her heav'nty dress, Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own, He calls and seats her near his throneb Fair stranger, let thy heart forget The idols of thy native state.

-4 So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the fav'rite of his choice;
Let him he lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord.

850 happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies!
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in giory reign.