5 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Psalm 39:3. 9-13. Third Part. Sick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining. 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies Thro' thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal life decays apace, How soon the bubble's broke! Adam and all his numerous race Are vanity and smoke.] 6 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were, May I be well prepar'd to go When I the summons hear. 7 But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Psalm 40:1. 1 3 5 17. First Part. C. M. A song of deliverance from great distress. 1 I waited patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay. 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song. 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad; The saints with joy shall hear, And sinners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear. 5 How many are thy thoughts of love! Thy mercies, Lord, how great! We have not words nor hours enough Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. Psalm 40:2. 6-9. Second Part. C. M. The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ. 1 Thus saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt offerings o'er, "In dying goats and bullocks slain "My soul delights no more." 2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, "My God, to do thy will; "'Whate'er thy sacred books declare, "Thy servant shall fulfil. 3 "Thy law is ever in my sight, "I keep it near my heart; "Mine ears are open'd with delight "To what thy lips impart." 4 And see the bless'd Redeemer comes, Th' eternal Son appears, And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares. 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he shew'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness, Where great assemblies stood. 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd sinners' cries, And, to fulfil a Saviour's part, Was made a sacrifice, PAUSE. 7 No blood of beasts on altars shed Could wash the conscience clean, But the rich sacrifice he paid Atones for all our sin.