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 God 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 shine;
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 God 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 pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
“In vain he trusts in God” 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?

Pause.

7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet
And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?

10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down
Low as the dust of death.