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Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud.

From earth and hell my sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet And try to vex my heart.

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?

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

My heart dissolves with pangs unknown In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down Low as the dust of death.

Father, I give my spirit up; And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command.

Psalm 22:2. 20 21 27-31. 2d Part. C. M. Christ's sufferings and kingdom.

"Now from the roaring lion's rage, "O Lord, protect thy Son; "Nor leave thy darling to engage, "The powers of hell alone."

Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears; God heard him in that dreadful day, And chas'd away his fears.

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

A numerous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes For daughters and for sons.

The meek and humble soul shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed.

The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God; And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood.

Psalm 22:3. L. M. Christ's sufferings and exaltation.

Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord; When he complain'd in tears and blood As one forsaken of his God.

The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn; "He rescu'd others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to save.

"This is the man did once pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now?"

Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their power.

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 dy'd.

But God, his Father, heard his cry: Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high. The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace.

Psalm 23:1. L. M. God our Shepherd.

My shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be well supply'd His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide.

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.

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

Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God my shepherd's with me there.

Amidst the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

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.

[How I rejoice when on my head Thy Spirit condescends to rest! 'Tis a divine anointing shed Like oil of gladness at a feast.

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.]

Psalm 23:2. C. M. The same.

My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream.

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.

When I walk thro' the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away.

Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; O may thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise!

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.

Psalm 23:3. S. M. The same.

The Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supply'd; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside?

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

If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade My Shepherd's with me there.

In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread, My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.

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