Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-08-23
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MEssIAH'S DYING THOUGHTS..P 2s.

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MESsIAH'S DYING THOUGHTS..Ps. 2s.
Many of the Psalms are what are known as
Messianic Psalms, because they relate more
particularly in some way to Christ the Mes
siah, than do Others In some of these Mes
sianic Psalms the allusion and reference to
our Lord Jesus Christ is so marked and un-
mistakable, that there can be no doubt as to
who is meant In others, the reference seems
to be, in the first place, to the speaker or wri-
ter himself, but with higher or more impor-
tant reference to Messiah. In these cases
also, there can be no mistaking the glorious
parsonage to whom alIusion is made. The
Holy Ghost has inspired and left ON record a
wonderful testimony, in the book of Psalms, to
the Lord Jesus Christ, and no reverent reader
of the Scripture but must have been impress
ed with it.
Learned divines are not fully agreed as to
how many and which ones of the Psalms are
entirely Messianic-some going to the length
of believing that nearly every one of them has
more or less reference to Christ. But there
are goodly number of these Psalms about
which there is no doubt, and respecting which
all are agreed that they refer mainly, if not
exclusively, to the Messiah. The 22nd Psalm
is one of these. 1t never was fulfilled in Da-
vid and never could be. There are many of
the statements there made, that could only be
fulfilled in Christ. 1t is Psalm describing
his suferings and death, or rather, bis dying
thoughts as he hung upon the cross, and should
be exceedingly interesting to every Christian
heart, as it describes so feelingly and so pow
erfully those great thoughts that occupied the
soul and filled the mind of their Redeemer in
his dying moments.
If we are moved and deeply interested in
the dying utterauces of the good and great,
much more should we be at the dying
thoughts of the Redeemer of mankind.
Let the reader peruse the Psalm, and he
will discover that it begins in deepest sorrow
with a wall of woe but rises higher and
higher until it ends in a shout of triumph.
The Saviour contemplating his suffering,
aces in glorious vision what they are to accom-
plish, and looking across the intervening Gen.
turies, beholds the day when mankind shall
remember him." when "the ends of the earth
shall turn to him." and "seed be born to
him" numerous as the drops of the morning
dew. 1t was then that he "saw of the travail
Of his soul and was satisfied" and then, we
may believe, beholding the glorious vision of
the future, cried out in exultation, lit is fin
ished,' and dropped his head and died.
The following is an attempted paraphrase
of this wonderful Psalm
Lo, on the cross the Sufferer dies
Messiah, Prince Of Glory, there;
Hark to his agonizing cries
Which burst upon the silent air.
My soul with reverent frame draw near
Thy Saviour's dying utterance hear.
'My God, my God, Oh why hast thou
In sorrow sore forsaken Me?
Why stand so far from helping now,
Why silent when I call to thee?
Tho daily unto thee cry,
And nightly moan-thou seem'st not nigh.
''Yet thou art holy even thou
Who hearst the praise of Israel;
In thee our fathers trusted oft,
Thoy trusted and were saved from hell.
To thee they cried-the true, the just
Nor were confounded in their trust.
"But am weak, whom men despise,
Reproach'd by taunts and jeering foes;
They gaze on me with scornful eyes,
Deride my sorrows and my woes.
He trusted, say they, lin the Lord,
Let him deliverance now Afford
"Yet thou art he who me hast kept.
When I a shapeess form did rest
Or helpless as an infant slept
Unconscious, on my mothers breast.
Yea, I've thro all the years now gone,
Been cast on thee from life's first dawn.
"Then be not far from me, my God
For troubles near and none can aid;
NV foes, like roaring beasts, have awed
NY soul and made me sore dismayed.
NV bones are pained-my limbs relax,
NV heart within doth melt like wax.
"My strength at last has come to naught.
And wasted is my expiring breath;
For thou, yea thou, hast surely brought
My soul into the dust of DEATH
NV tongue in vain its utterance tries
Wltlln my IllOuIu SpeeCIlleSS lleS.
"My foes, like dogs, have compassed Me-
Around my cross the Wicked meet;
But all unmoved my sorrowss see,
And pierce, unawed, my hands and feet.
My robes they part all shame forgot
And for my vesture cast they lot.
eBut be not thou far from me, Lord,
Oh thou my strength make haste to save;
My soul deliver from the sword,
Redeem thy Darling from the grave.
Oh! snatch me from the lions power-
From savage beasts in this dark hour.
"Then will to my brethren, we'll
Declare thy nane-show forth thy praise,
And to the seed of Israel
Proclaim thy glorious, changeless grace
Yea, in that congregation great
Amid thy saints thy power relate.
"Oh! praise him, all ye favored saints.
Adore him, all ye chosen seed;
He'll not despise your sore complaints,
Nor th' abhorred ones woes unheed.
Nor from tn afflicted hide his face
But when he cries reveal his grace"
My praise, blest Jesus, be of thee
OF thee who such atonement made
Such sacrifice so great, so free
Such banquet rich for sinners spread.
The meekIshall eat well satisfied
They'll eat and live thro' him who died.
Yea, earth's remotest bounds shall hear
Redemption's work, and joyful be-
All nations bow, adore, revere,
And gratefully remember thee"
For "kingdom, power and glory thine,"
And thou shalt reign DER all divine.
Earth's mightiest ones shall feel their needs,
Her lowliest, too, receive that food
Upon the rich provision feed,
And trust their souls to that dear blood,