A pray'r of God's beloved Sonition
Low down into the dungeon gone,
When all the floods of death and hell
Around his soul began to swell.
WITH my voice cry'd to the Lord,
With it made my request:
2 Pour'd out to him my plaint, to him
My trouble I exprest.
3 When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sprit,
Then well thou knew'st my way;
Where I did walk a snare for me
They privily did lay.
4 I look'd on my right hand, and view'd,
But none to know me were
All refuge failed me, no man
Did for my soul take care.
5 I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art
My refuge, Lord, alone;
And in the land of those that live
Thou art my portion.
6 Because I am brought very low,
Attend unto my cry:
Me from my persecutors save,
Who stronger are than I.
7 From prison bring my soul, that I
Thy name may glorify:
The just shall compass me, when thou
With me deal'st bounteously.
THE continued grief, mourning, intercession, and prayers of the Lord Jesus, the Servant of the Father, persevering to the death, till death is swallowed up of life. See the last, with Pɛal. lxiii. lxxvii. &c.
A song of grief and mournful woe,
When God's beloved Son did go
Through floods of death, through floods of hell,
To save his church he lov'd so well.
1L ORD, hear my pray'r, attend my suits;
And in thy faithfulness
Give thou an answer unto me,
And in thy righteousness.
2 Thy servant also bring thou not
In judgment to be try'd:
Because no living man can be
In thy sight justify'd.
3 For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul,
My life to ground doth tread :
In darkness he hath made me dwell,
As who have long been dead.
4 My sp❜rit is therefore overwhelm'dwo!oT In me perplexedly;
Within me is my very heart
Amazed wondrously.
5 I call to mind the days of old,
To meditate I use
On all thy works; upon the deeds
I of thy hands do muse.
6 My hands to thee I stretch; my soul
Thirsts, as dry land, for thee.
7 Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails:
Hide not thy face from me;
Lest like to them I do become
That go down to the dust.
8 At morn let me thy kindness hear;
For in thee do I trust.
Teach me the way that I should walk
I lift my soul to thee.
9 Lord, free me from my foes; I flee
To thee to cover me.
10 Because thou art my God, to do Thy will do me instruct:
Thy Spirit is good, me to the land
Of uprightness conduct.
11 Revive and quicken me, O Lord, Ev'n for thine own name's sake; And do thou, for thy righteousness, My soul from trouble take.
12 And of thy mercy slay my foes;
Let all destroyed be
That do afflict my soul: for I
A servant am to thee,
Another of the same.
1OH, hear my prayer, Lord,
And unto my desire
To bow thine ear accord,
I humbly thee require;
And, in thy faithfulness,
Unto me answer make,
And, in thy righteousness,
Upon me pity take.
2 In judgment enter not
With me thy servant poor;
For why, this well I wot,
No sinner can endure
The sight of thee, O God:
If thou his deeds shalt try,
He dare make none abode
Himself to justify.
3 Behold, the cruel foe
Me persecutes with spite,
My soul to overthrow:
Yea, he my life down quite
Unto the ground hath smote,
And made me dwell full low
4 Therefore my sp'rit much vex'd,
O'erwhelm'd is me within;
My heart right sore perplex'd
And desolate hath been.
5 Yet I do call to mind
What ancient days record.
Thy works of ev'ry kind
I think upon, O Lord.
6 Lo, I do stretch my hands
To thee, my help alone;
For thou well understands
All my complaint and moan:
My thirsting soul desires,
And longeth after thee,
As thirsty ground requires
With rain refresh'd to be.
7 Lord, let my pray'r prevail,
To answer it make speed;
For, lo, my sp'rit doth fail:
Hide not thy face in need;
Lest I be like to those
That do in darkness sit,
Or him that downward goes
Into the dreadful pit.
8 Because I trust in thee,
O Lord, cause me to hear
Thy loving-kindness free,
When morning doth appear:
Cause me to know the way
Wherein my path should be;
For why, my soul on high
I do lift up to thee.
9 From my fierce enemy
In safety do me guide,
Because I flee to thee,
Lord, that thou may'st me hide.
10 My God alone art thou,
Teach me thy righteousness:
Thy Sp'rit's good, lead me to
The land of uprightness.
11 O Lord, for thy name's sake, ́ ́.
Be pleas'd to quicken me;
And, for thy truth, forth take
My soul from misery.
12 And of thy grace destroy
My foes, and put to shame
All who my soul annoy;
For I thy servant am.
THE prayers and sufferings of the Lord Jesus Christ crowned with victory, praise, benediction, and triumph, evermore. Similar to Psalms viii. xviii. &c.
Let all the children loudly sing,
And chant to God their choicest lays,
Who triumph with the Lord their King,
Who won for them eternal bays!
10 BLESSED ever be the Lord,
Who is my strength and might,
Who doth instruct my hands to war,
My fingers teach to fight.
2 My goodness, fortress, my high tow`r,
In whom I trust who under me 16 ↑
My people makes to yield.)
3 Lord, what is man, that thou of him
Dost so much knowledge take P
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