A prophecy of the glory of Messiah, the inefficacy of the legal sacrifices, the deliverance of the Church, by the incarnation, resurrection and doctrine of our great Redeemer.

1 AWAKE, my soul, in sacred lays,

Resound the great IMMANUEL's praise,
The Son of God, mysterious plan,
Descends to earth, the Son of man.

2 New songs of praise our lips employ,
Let the whole Church proclaim the joy,
From the dark caverns of the grave,
Glorious He rises, strong to save.

3 The Lord his God his trust He made,
Renouncing all created aid;

Who, who Thy wond'rous works can tell,
Godlike, divine, unsearchable?

4 The blood of thousand victims slain,
To expiate sin is all in vain,

Then cries the SAVIOUR, lo, I come,
Mine be the curse, the sinner's doom.
5 The Law of truth is in His heart;
Merey and peace His lips impart;
And congregations great shall prove,
Salvation, righteousness, and love.

6 Behold the man;-He faints, He sighs,
For man's offences, bleeds and dies,
Our countless sins he deigns to bear,
And pains extreme His body tear.

7 Rejoice ye saints, His pow'r proclaim,
Let all His foes be put to shame ;

Glory in Him, who lov'd and died,
And shout, the LORD be magnified!
8 LORD to our suff'rings condescend,
Thy poor and needy, LORD, defend,
In tender pity, bow thine ear,
And soon for all Thy saints appear,

PSALM 40. II METRE. 1 HOLY wonder, heav'nly grace,

Come inspire our humble lays, While the SAVIOUR'S love we sing, Whence our hopes and comforts spring. 2 Man involv'd in guilt and woe, Touch'd His tender bosom so, That, when justice death demands, Forth the great Deliv'rer stands. 3 JESUS cries, "Thy mercy shew, "Lo! I come, Thy will to do; "I the sacrifice will be,

"Death shall plunge his dart in me.” 4 Tho' the form of GoD He bore, Great in glory, great in pow'r, See him in our flesh array'd, Lower than His angels made.

PSALM 41.

7,7.

(S. M.)

The blessedness of the merciful, an exercise of

prayer and praise.

1 BLEST is the man, whose heart

With kind compassion glows;

Who the rich luxury enjoys

Of healing others' woes.

2 The needy blest by him,
His charities record;

His works of love, His pious zeal,
GOD will himself reward.

3 When in affliction's path,

The LORD will be his friend;
Preserve, and keep his soul alive,
And full deliv'rance send.

4 In sickness, pain, or death,
His comforts shall abound;
GOD Smooths his bed, and gives him peace,
While heav'nly joys abound.

5 On earth preserv'd and bless'd,
GOD will enrich his days;
His enemies shall own His worth,
His God have all the praise.

6 Bless'd be the LORD our God,
Eternally the same;

World without end proclaim His love,
Extol His holy name.

PSALM 41. II METRE.

1 HAPPY the man whose tender care Relieves the poor distress'd;

When troubles compass him about

The LORD shall give him rest.

(C. M.)

2 The LORD his life, with blessings crown'd,
In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those,
Who seek to do him wrong.

3 If he in languishing estate,
Oppress'd with sickness lie;

The LORD will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
4 Let therefore Israel's LORD and GOD,
From age to age be bless'd;
And all the peoples glad applause,
With loud AMENS express'd.

PSALM 42.

(L.M.)

David, by Absalom's rebellion, driven from Jerusalem, describes in pathetic strains his despondency and hope.

1

AS pants the hart fatigued, distress'd,

For cooling streams with thirst oppress'd;

So pants my soul for Thine abode,

For Thee, my GoD, the living God.

2 By day, by night, o'erwhelmed with tears,
My daily food, my anxious fears;
My enemies my soul dismay,

And, where's thy God, insulting say.

3 Those past endearments I lament,

With saints when to Thy courts I went,
Thy courts for sacred joy design'd,
Where multitudes in praise combin'd.
4 Why then, my soul, Thy anxious fear;
Why thus cast down in sad despair?
Hope still in GOD, and thou shalt raise
Anthems of glory to His praise.

5 Deep calls to deep, the billows roll,
Thy storms and waves, oppress my
Help me my GoD, Thy pow'r to trace
In past memorials of Thy grace.

soul;

6 Lo! a reviving beam appears,

Thy loving kindness, quells my fears;
Thou, LORD, my sinking soul shall raise
And gloomy night shall hear Thy praise.

7 Then why, my soul, thy plaintive moan,
Why thus disquieted, cast down?
Hope thou in GOD, soon shalt thou raise
Anthems of glory to His praise.

PSALM 42. II METRE. (C.M)

1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chace;

So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.

2 For Thee, my GoD, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;

Oh! when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 May I advance with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay;
And join the highly favor'd throng,
Who keep the sacred day.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still; and thou shalt sing

The praise of Him who is Thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.