13 "Silent I waited, with long-suffering love: "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears! all nature joins t adore him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.

14 ["Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul: "Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear

"Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near." Judgment concludes; hell trembles! heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.]

EPIPHONEMA.

15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise! Awake, before this dreadful morning rise.

Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend;

Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join, ye saints; wake every cheerful passion: When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.

PSALM 51. L.M. 1ST PT. Carthage. Geneva.[b]
A Penitent pleading for Pardon.
SHOW
HOW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live:

1

e Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

-2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
g Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
-So let thy pardoning love be found.
3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
p Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

e 4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace :
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
1 am condemned, but thou art clear,
o 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
e I must pronounce thee just in death;
e And if my soul were sent to hell,
-Thy righteous law approves it well.

e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, -Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, o Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

L. M. SECOND PART. Armley. Geneva. [b] Original and actual Sin confessed.

e

1LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin,

And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defiled in every part.

3 [Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]

d 4 Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

-6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone :

o Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types can cleanse me so.

e 7 [While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease,

-Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.]

Though all my crimes before thee lie.

Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.

-2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
e 3 [I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight!
-Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

e 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
--Thy help and comfort still afford:

And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

-5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

o The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.]

p 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, Ŏ Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
-7 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
o I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
8 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
o Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

C. M. FIRST PART. Bangor. [b]
Sin confessed and pardoned.
LORD, I would spread my sore distress,
And guilt, before thine eyes;

e Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!

2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,

Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.

-3 I from the stock of Adam came,

Unholy and unclean;

All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.

4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;

And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.

e 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;

O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.

o 7 Then will I make thy mercy known,
Before the sons of men;

• Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again.]

C. M. 2D PART. Bishopsgate. Canterbury.[b]
Repentance, and Faith in the Blood of Christ.
GOD of mercy, hear my call,
My load of guilt remove;

Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.

-2 Give me the presence of thy grace;
Then my rejoicing tongue

0

• Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song.

e 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, For sin could e'er atone:

o The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone.

-4 A soul oppressed with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;

A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

PSALM 53. C. M. Mear. [*]

Ver. 4-6. Victory and Deliverance from Persecution

1 A

RE all the foes of Zion fools,

Who thus devour her saints

Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be seized with sad surprise;
For God's revenging arm

Scatters the bones of them who rise
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of Satan boast
Of armies in array;

When God has first despised their host,
They fall an easy prey.

4 O for a word from Zion's King,
Her captives to restore!

Jacob with all the tribes shall sing,
And Judah weep no more.

PSALM 55. C. M. Canterbury. [b]

V. 1-8, 16, 17, 18, 22. Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul.

O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,

my flowing tears;

For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levelled at my life,
My soul with guilt they load;
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound;
I groan with every breath:
Horror and fear beset me round,
Amongst the shades of death.]

e 4 O were I like a feathered dove,
And innocence had wings;
-I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.

e 5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

-6 Vain hopes-and vain inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!

e

-The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.