Psal. LXXII.
TO thee, O God, we ow our whole selvs; for making us after thine own image.
To thee, O Lord, we ow more than our selvs; for redeeming us with the death of thine only Son.
Nor were our ruines so soon repair'd; as at first our Being was easily produc'd:
Thy Power to create us said but one word; and immediately we became a living soul:
But thy Wisdom to redeem us both spake much, * and wrought more, and suffer'd most of all:
To redeem us He humbled himself to this low world; and all the infirmitys of our mi∣serable nature:
He patiently endur'd hunger and thirst; and the malicious affronts of enraged enemys:
How many times did he hazard his life, to