2. Deep were the wounds our folly gave,The wounds the dying Saviour bore; When, bow'd in agonies to save, Life flow'd from every bleeding pore. 3. Beneath our guilt his loins opprest,His flesh the dreadful torment bare: Feeble and broke, his anguish'd breast, Pour'd forth to God his dying prayer. 4. He asks-Jehovah's pity flows; Swift to uphold his God appears; PSALM 39. Part I. (L. M.) 1. ALMIGHTY maker of my frame! And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2. My days are shorter than a span: A passing shade my life appears: Frail at the best is dying man : A cypher sums his utmost years. 3. His schemes of worldly bliss how vain! What fruitless cares distract his mind! He heaps up wealth with toil and pain, Then dies, and leaves it all behind. 4. Oh! be a nobler portion mine, Which moth or rust can ne'er decay! PSALM 39. Part II. (C. M.) Prayer and Resignation in Sickness. 1. GOD of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, 2. Diseases are thy servants, Lord, 3. Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust: Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, 4. I'm but a sojourner below, 5. But if my life be spared awhile, Thy praise shall be my business still, PSALM 40. Part 1. (c. M.) Deliverance from deep Affliction. 1. I WAITED patient for the Lord, He saw me resting on his word, 2. He rais'd me from a horrid pit, 3. Firm on a rock he made me stand, 4. I'll spread his works of grace abroad; 5. How many are thy thoughts of love! PSALM 40. Part II. (L. M.) Christ the atoning Sacrifice. 1. THOU gracious Lord, hast not desir'd, 2. Thy blessed Son came to fulfil 3. Now they that humbly seek thy face, 4. Who can thy mercies, Lord, recount, What wonders thou for us hast wrought, The treasures of thy love surmount The power of numbers, speech, and thought. PSALM 41. (L. M.) Blessed are the Merciful. 1. HE, who with generous pity glows, And kindly soothes each anxious grief; Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know. 3. Thou shalt prolong and guard his days, 4. When languid with disease and pain, PSALM 42. Part I. (C. M.) 1. AS pants the hart for cooling streams, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, D 2. For thee, my God, the living God, O when shall I behold thy face, 3. I sigh, with anxious care opprest, 4. Why art thou troubled, O my soul! PSALM 42. Part II. (C. M.) Trust in God under Affliction. 2. The hand which now withholds my joys, Can yet restore my peace; And he who bade the tempest roar, 3. In the dark watches of the night I'll praise him for ten thousand past, 4. When darkness and when sorrows rose, And press'd on every side, The Lord has still sustain'd my steps, |