2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt, But thou hast set before our eyes An all-sufficient sacrifice.

3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears,
Assumes a body, well prepar’d,
And well performs a work so hard.

4 “Behold, I come,” (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes)
“I come to bear the heavy load
“Of sins, and do thy will, my God.

5 “’Tis written in thy great decree,
“’Tis in thy book foretold of me,
“I must fulfil the Saviour’s part,
“And, lo! thy law is in my heart!

6 “I’ll magnify thy holy law,
“And rebels to obedience draw,
“’When on my cross I’m lifted high,
“Or to my crown above the sky.

7 “The Spirit shall descend, and show “What thou hast done, and what I do; “The wond’ring world shall learn thy grace, “Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.”

Psalm 41. 1 2 3. 
Charity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted.

1 Blest is the man whose bowels move,
And melt with pity to the poor,
Whose soul, by sympathising love,
Feels what his fellow-saints endure.

2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has bowels too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiv’n,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Psalm 42:1. 1-5.  First Part. 
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint
of absence from public worship.

1 With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted hart to find
And taste the cooling brook.

2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again? 
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without control,
“And where’s your God at last?”

4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days;
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far
Beneath this heavy load? 
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?

6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.

Psalm 42:2. 6-11.  Second Part. 
Melancholy thoughts reproved;
or, Hope in afflictions.

1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord,
But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.

2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o’er my head.