4 “With rage they persecute the man
“That groans beneath thy wound,
“While for a sacrifice I pour
“My life upon the ground.

5 “They tread my honour to the dust,
“And laugh when I complain
“Their sharp insulting slanders add
“Fresh anguish to my pain.

6 “All my reproach is known to thee,
“The scandal and the shame;
“Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,
“And lies defil’d my Name.

7 “I look’d for pity, but in vain;
“My kindred are my grief! 
“I ask my friends for comfort round,
“But meet with no relief.

8 “With vinegar they mock my thirst;
“They give me gall for food;
“And sporting with my dying groans,
“They triumph in my blood.

9 “Shine into my distressed soul,
“Let thy compassion save;
“And tho’ my flesh sink down to death,
“Redeem it from the grave.

10 “I shall arise to praise thy Name,
“Shall reign in worlds unknown;
“And thy salvation, O my God,
“Shall seat me on thy throne.”

Psalm 69:3.  Third Part.  C. M.
Christ’s obedience and death; or,
God glorified and sinners saved.

1 Father, I sing thy wondrous grace,
I bless my Saviour’s Name,
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner’s shame.

2 His deep distress has rais’d us high,
His duty and his zeal
Fulfill’d the law which mortals broke,
And finish’d all thy will.

3 His dying groans, his living songs
Shall better please my God
Than harp or trumpet’s solemn sound,
Than goats’ or bullocks’ blood.

4 This shall his humble followers see,
And set their hearts at rest;
They by his death draw near to thee,
And live for ever blest.

5 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high,
To God their voices raise,
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t’ advance the praise.

6 Zion is thine, most holy God;
Thy Son shall bless her gates;
And glory purchas’d by his blood
For thine own Israel waits.

Psalm 69:4.  First Part.  L. M.
Christ’s passion, and sinners’ salvation.

1 Deep in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll
To overwhelm his holy soul.

2 In long complaints he spends his breath, While hosts of hell, and powers of death, And all the sons of malice join To execute their curst design.

3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love
Has made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Aton’d for sins which we had done.

4 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honours of thy law restor’d;
His sorrows made thy justice known,
And paid for follies not his own.

6 O for his sake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live;
The Lord will hear us in his Name,
Nor shall our hope be turn’d to shame.