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PSALM 71. Second Part. C.M.
Christ is our strength and righteousness. (cont.)

4	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.
6	My tongue shall all the day proclaim    My Saviour and my God; His death hath brought my foes to shame;    He sav'd me bv his blood.
7	Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs,    With this delightful song: I'll entertain the darkest hours,    Nor think the season long.

PSALM 71. Third Part. C.M.
The aged christian's prayer and song.

1	GOD of my childhood, and my youth,    The guide of all my days, I have declared thy heav'nly truth,    And told thy wond'rous ways.
2	Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,    And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years    If God, my strength, depart?
3	Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim    To the surviving age; And leave a savour of thy name,    When I shall quit the stage.
4	The land of silence and of death    Attends my next remove: O may these poor remains of breath    Teach the wide world thy love!
5	Thy righteousness is deep and high:    Unsearchable thy deeds:

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PSALM 71. Third Part. C.M.
The aged christian's prayer and song. (cont.)

5	Thy glory spreads beyond the sky,    And all my praise exceeds.
6	Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar,    And oft endur'd the grief; But when thy hand has prest me sore,    Thy grace was my relief.
7	By long experience have I known    Thy sov'reign pow'r to save: At thy command, I venture down    Securely to the grave.
8	When I lie buried deep in dust,    My flesh shall be thy care: These with'ring limbs with thee I trust,    To raise them strong and fair.

PSALM 72. First Part. L.M.
The kingdom of Christ.

1	GREAT God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne.
2	Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heav'n submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more.
3	With pow'r he vindicates the just, And treads th' oppressor in the dust; His worship and his fear shall last, 'Till hours, and years, and time be past.
4	As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall he send his influence down: His grace on fainting souls distils, Like hcav'nly dew on thirsty hills.
5	The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death,