Psalm 69:5. 7 &c.  Second Part.  L. M.
Christ’s sufferings and zeal.

1 ’Twas for thy sake, eternal God,
Thy son sustain’d that heavy load
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil’d his sacred face.

2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus’d the man that check’d their sin:  While he fulfill’d thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a cause.

3 ["My Father’s house, said he, was made “A place for worship, not for trade;” Then scattering all their gold and brass, He scourg’d the merchants from the place.]

4 [Zeal for the temple of his God
Consum’d his life, expos’d his blood: 
Reproaches at thy glory thrown
He felt, and mourn’d them as his own.]

5 [His friends forsook, his followers fled, While foes and arms surround his head; They curse him with a slanderous tongue, And the false judge maintains the wrong.]

6 His life they load with hateful lies,
And charge his lips with blasphemies;
They nail him to the shameful tree: 
There hung the man that dy’d for me.

7 [Wretches with hearts as hard as stones, Insult his piety and groans; Gall was the food they gave him there, And mock’d his thirst with vinegar.]

8 But God beheld; and from his throne Marks out the men that hate his Son; The hand that rais’d him from the dead Shall pour the vengeance on their head.

Psalm 71:1. 5-9.  First Part. 
The aged saint’s reflection and hope.

1 My God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen’d all my youth.

2 My flesh was fashion’d by thy power,
With all these limbs of mine;
And from my mother’s painful hour
I’ve been entirely thine.

3 Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.

4 Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glories shine
Whene’er thy servant dies.

5 Then in the history of my age,
When men review my days,
They’ll read thy love in every page,
In every line thy praise.

Psalm 71:2. 15 14 16 23 22 24. 2d Part. 
Christ our strength and righteousness.

1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore;
And since I knew thy graces first
I speak thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in thy strength
To see my Father God.

4 When I am fill’d with sore distress
For some surprising sin,
I’ll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King! 
My soul redeem’d from sin and hell
Shall thy salvation sing.