3 Then fhall thy facrifice receiv'd,
A facrifice of pleasing smell,
Compenfate what thy foul has griev'd:
Thy foul fhall be rewarded well.

4 Let all thy gifts ftand up for thee;
The Lord fulfil thy counfels all:
According to thy withes, he

Shall make thy foes before thee fall.
5 Thy fubjects, we fhall dance and fing,
In thy falvation being fav'd:
We'll fly to heav'n upon thy wing,

And tell how well our Prince behav'd...
We'll lift our standard in thy name,
And elevate our Saviour's praife;
Th' achievements of our God proclaim,
And trumpet loud Meffiah's ways.
Jehovah fhall the kingdoms bring

Of all the heathen featter'd round,.
And cause them round Meffiah fing,.
Meffiah with his glory crown'd!

6 Known to the univerfe of God,

As God hath made him known to me,, Meffiah fhall be fung aloud,

And all the world fhall bow the knee:
Anointed with the Holy Ghoft,

Th' Anointed of the Lord most high,.
Of all Jehovah's pow'r fhall boaft:
His arm fhall bring falvation nigh.
7 In chariots fome put confidence,

And others fly with horfes speed;
The name of Christ is our defence,
Who for his fubjects came to bleed:
He bow'd the head, and cried aloud,
'TIS FINISH'D NOW!-My Father fees!
Receive my Spirit, O my God!

His death from death his fubjects frees.
F 2

8 But

8 But, lo, o'erwhelm'd in endless wrath,

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Their own damnation on their head, They bow'd, they fell, they funk in death, The Prince of life who murdered; But we arofe, and fpread our wings, And flew with him to God on high: The church of God exults and fings, KING JESUS faves us when we cry!

PSALM XXI.

SEE the laft Pfalm, whereof this is evidently a continuation; with this difference only, that here the prayers of the church are wholly turned into triumph and praife-Confult all the parallels, and efpecially from the 2d to the 8th verfe of the Pfalm itfelf; which no confiderate perfon, either Jew or Gentile, ever yet thought of applying to any but the Meffiah alone. For how could they, without falling directly under the charge of blafphemy, and high treafon against the King of hea ven?

The battle fought, the viclry won,

The church, rejoicing in the spoil,
Gives glory to her Lord alone,

I'LL

And hails him home from all his tail:
He bought her life with his own death,
And gave her foes to death and hell;
But his fair kingdom did bequeath
Unto his fpoufe he lov'd fo well.
'LL fing Meffiah, conqu'ring King!
He glories in Jehovah's ftrength:
Jehovah will the kingdom bring
Subjected to the Son at length.
The Son fhall in Jehovah joy,"
In his falvation high exult;
He'll laugh at all that would annoy;
Each proud infulter he'll infult.

2. His heart's defire thou gavest him,
The op'ning of his lips prevail'd;
His eyes with longing grew not dim,
Till with fuccefs his hopes were seal'd.
3 Thou haft prevented from above,

And pour'd thy choiceft bleffings all;
Upon his head a crown of love,

His portion, thou haft made to fall. 4 He afked life; and life was giv'n," Ev'n fuch a length of days that he Should live, and reign thy king in heav'n, Nor of his reign a period fee. Beftow'd on him by God above,

Of pureft gold a glorious crown: 5 How great's his triumph in thy love, His honour, and his high renown! 6 Thou haft him for a bleffing fet, A bleffing to the nations all, A bleffing brings them all in debt, Adoring evermore to fall..

With gladness thou wilt fill his heart,. With glory make his face to fhine; The glory from thy face fhall dart, Which fills thy King with light divine. 7 Because in thee the King hath hop'd, Jehovah, by thy favour he Hath all his rivals over-topp'd,

And still Lord paramount fhall be..
8 Thine hand fhall find his enemies;
Thine enemies, O God, are his;
Thine hand fhall hurl them from the fkies,,
Downwards into their own abyfs.

9 Exiled from thy face, they roar,.
Sore toffed in the fiery lake;
And there they roll for evermore,
Because they did thy face forfake:

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Thus, fwallow'd in Jehovah's wrath, The fire devours them up like grafs; 10 Their names fhall perish in their death, Their works and children with them pass. 11 Because they turn'd afide, and chofe Th' abominations of his foul, 12 Jehovah, turning on his foes,

Against them bade the battle roll.
Now, ftrangled in their own device,
With their own rage and choler choak'd,
Fire-beacons, to deter from vice,

They stand, who have Jehovah mock'd. 13 Thy ftrength to all the nations' fhow, Exalt and glorify thy King:

When we thy pow'r and glory know,
We fhall thy pow'r and glory fing-.
And thou, O King, our God and ftrength,
In thine own glory quickly come,
And to thy Father's houfe, at length,
Conduct thy younger brethren home.

Ir the Lord and his apoftles knew how to interpret this Palra, what better than blafphemy, let the honeft reader fay, is the talking of the commentators, and thofe who have deviled what they call the contents, concerning David complaining, praying, or praifing in this place?Thofe who defire to know the mind of Christ, will diligently compare with the New Teftament not only this, but also all the parallel Pfalms: as referred to in the margin, which, on account of their number, tor brevity's fake are here omitted.

The fong of Chrift, the Well-belov'd,
The Morning-bind let loose,..

Whofe foul, like flowing water, mov'd,
Of words like thefe made ufe,

Deforted

Deferted by the Lord his God,
And caught by death and hell,
When, underneath the heavy load
Of human guilt, he fell.

MY God, my God, why haft thou me

Forfaken, thus to mourn?

How long at diftance wilt thou be;
Nor to my foul return?
For thy falvation, O my God,
How pants my heart and prays!
In vain I call on thee aloud:
My grief confumes my days.

2 By night, by day, I find no cafe;
'Tis all the fame to me,
Unless thy love my foul releafe,
Thy mercy fet me free.

3 For, fure, thy love abfolved ftands,
Thy mercy free from blame;
My fpirit, in thy holy hands,
Shall never fuffer shame.

For thou inhabiteft the praise
Of Ifra'l thy belov'd;

They hop'd in thee, and found thy ways
Were peace and truth unmov’d.
4 Our fathers all advanc'd their claim,
And pled thy promis'd grace';

5 They were deliver'd by thy name,
And fang the fongs of peace.

No fon of Adam e'er believ'd,
And hoped in thy word,
Who came away afham'd and griev'd,
Unfav'd by thee, O Lord.

6 But I'm a worm, and not a man,
And as a worm am priz❜d;
Opprefs'd and trod by ev'ry one
Who fees me thus difguis'd!