12 So on they go to Sion's God,
And learn to place their love
In him who is the fountain-head
Of all the joys above.

13 O, Lord! in thy great power and strength Be thou exalted high.

Our hearts with joy cause thou at length
Sing praise above the sky.

PSALM XXII.

1 O, LORD! my God! why forsake me?
And why from me so far?
Since for my portion I take thee,
Thy words most precious are.
2 To thee I cry, my God! all day,
Yet am not blest by thee;

Still, in the darkness of my way,
I cannot silent be.

3 O, Jesus Christ! thou King of saints!
Thou shalt be Sion's praise;

Hear thou in heav'n our loud complaints,

And save us by thy ways.

4 In thee we place our faith and hope,

Relying on thy words;

Like John, we make thy breast our prop,
Safe refuge it affords.

5 Because to God I sent my cry,
Deliverance to me came:
For all my trust in him did lie,
Who put me not to shame.
6 I am a worm by no man priz'd,
But yet my God is near;

Although vile men have me despis'd,
To me my God is dear.

“They cannot separate me from God, Who lovingkindness shows;" Nothing shall stand to me in stead Of God! who all things knows. 8 For I delight in Christ Jesus, And on his merit trust;

Redemption he has wrought for us,
To bring us to his rest.

9 But God the Lord will from the tomb Our ashes gather up;

And to himself will take us home,
Who on him place our hope.

10 But I was cast upon thy care,
O Lord, without a friend;
Kind consolation I do share
Unto my latter end.

11 Thou art a Father, not far off

When danger does surround;
When Satan makes of us a scoff,
Our Father's help is found.

12 There is no wicked hearts in heaven,
No cold affections there:

All has immortal ardour given,
The love of God to share.

13 No grief is near, nor evil thoughts,
Nor melting hearts with fear;
The Captain of salvation shouts
When humble saints appear.
14 For victory Christ hath obtained
O'er hell, death, and the grave;
WhenChristians die,all these they've gain'd,
Their precious souls to save.

15 'Tis Christ who suffered on the cross
Our lost souls to redeem;

Death, therefore, gain is, and not loss,
When we go unto him.

16 Think how his enemies cast lots
On his holy vesture;

His blood was spilt to wash our spots,
Which rushed from his centre.

17 Then on his bones they look at last,
And pierce his hands and feet:
With malice and with spite they cast
Disgrace on him complete.

18 O Lord, the anchor of my soul,
Give me thy promised grace;
So Christ shall be my all and all,
Blest with thy heavenly peace.

19 Then in celestial mansions I

For ever shall abide;

There at God's court appear on high,

And constantly reside.

20 I will show forth thy praise, my King, And meditate on thee;

Sweet hymns of praise to thee I'll sing, For goodness shown to me. 21 For praise is due to God alone, Who kindly did us send Salvation through his only Son, On whom we may depend.

22 Within the house of God I'll make
My prayers and vows sincere;

And, for a door to heaven, I'll take
The Lamb of God most dear.

23 The meek inherit shall the earth,
And zealous praise will give;
They shall attain to the new birth,
And with Christ Jesus live.

24 All ends of earth remember shall,
And turn unto the Lord;

The kindred nations, great and small,
Shall worship him afford.

25 Because all kingdoms to our God
Do appertain as his :

Amongst the nations far abroad
The Governor he is.

26 The nobles of the earth shall him
Worship with all their soul;

For he did our last souls redeem
When sin did us control.

27 A chosen seed shall service do
Unto the King of kings;
A generation to him true

Shall taste his heavenly things.

28 And people yet unborn shall come His glory to declare;

When the last trumpet calls them home Shall join with angels there.

PSALM XXIII.

1 O LORD of glory, us preserve,
And from all ill defend;

Thou art the Saviour whom we serve,
Who constant peace can send.

2 Beside quiet waters thou wilt guide
Me, gently to repose,

And lead me to the cool shade,

Where tender green grass grows. 3 There instruct me with pious zeal In thy most perfect way;

Our griefs alone 'tis Christ can heal,
And comfort us each day.