3 Great was the victory of his death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship or shall die. 4 A numerous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes For daughters and for sons. 5 The meek and humble soul shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. 6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God; And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood. Psalm 22:3. L. M. Christ's sufferings and exaltation. 1 Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord; When he complain'd in tears and blood As one forsaken of his God. 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn; "He rescu'd others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to save. 3 "This is the man did once pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now?" 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their power. 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 6 But God, his Father, heard his cry: Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high. The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. Psalm 23:1. L. M. God our Shepherd. 1 My shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be well supply'd His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. 2 In pastures where salvation grows He makes me feed, he makes me rest; There living water gently flows, And all the food's divinely blest. 3 My wandering feet his ways mistake, But he restores my soul to peace, And leads me for his mercy's sake, In the fair paths of righteousness. 4 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God my shepherd's with me there. 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. 6 The sons of earth and sons of hell Gaze at thy goodness and repine To see my table spread so well With living bread and cheerful wine. 7 [How I rejoice when on my head Thy Spirit condescends to rest! 'Tis a divine anointing shed Like oil of gladness at a feast. 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his household all their days; There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face, and sing his praise.] Psalm 23:2. C. M. The same. 1. My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream. 2 He brings my wandering spirit back, When I forsake his ways; And leads me for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. 3 When I walk thro' the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away.