Part 10 (1/2)

6 [O! may the memory of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight!

Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight.]

7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear; Now let our hopes be firm and strong, Till the salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song.

Psalm 21:1. C. M.

Our king is the care of heaven.

1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise, Shall in thy strength rejoice; And, blest with thy salvation, raise To heaven his cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, thro' nations round, Has spread his glorious name; And his successful actions crown'd With majesty and fame.

3 Then let the king on G.o.d alone For timely aid rely; His mercy shall support the throne, And all our wants supply.

4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand Thy vengeful arm shall find out those That hate his mild command.

5 When thou against them dost engage, Thy just but dreadful doom Shall, like a fiery oven's rage, Their hopes and them consume.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare For thine almighty name.

Psalm 21:2. 1-9. L. M.

Christ exalted to the kingdom.

1 David rejoic'd in G.o.d his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace; But Christ, the Son, appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise.

2 How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand!

Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And given the world to his command.

3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the least request withhold; Blessings of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold.

4 Honour and majesty divine Around his sacred temples s.h.i.+ne; Blest with the favour of thy face, And length of everlasting days.

5 Thy hand shall find out all his foes; And as a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So shall thy wrath devour their souls.

Psalm 22:1. 1-16. First Part. C. M, The sufferings and death of Christ.

1 ”Why has my G.o.d my soul forsook, ”Nor will a smile afford?”

(Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Tho' 'tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found; But I'm a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head they pa.s.s me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; ”In vain he trusts in G.o.d” they cry, ”Neglected and forlorn.”

5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh By thine almighty word, And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face, When foes stand threatening round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found?