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To God, in whom I trust,

I lift my heart and voice; O let me not be put to shame, Nor let my foes rejoice.

Since mercy is the grace

That moft exalts thy fame; Forgive my heinous fin, O Lord, And fo advance thy name.

Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee:

And for thy wond'rous goodness fake,
In mercy
think on me.

Do thou with tender eyes
My fad affliction fee:

Acquit me, Lord, and from my guilt
Entirely fet me free.

Let all my righteous acts

To full perfection rife;
Because my firm and constant hope
On thee alone relies,


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For well the righteous it becomes,
To fing glad fongs of praise.

Moft faithful is the word of God,
His works with truth abound;
He juftice loves, and all the earth
Is with his goodness crown'd.

By his almighty word at first

The heav'nly arch was rear'd; And all the beauteous hofts of light, At his command appear'd.

Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees,
Shall ftand for ever fure;

The fettled purpose of his heart
ages fhall endure.


'HRO' all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy ; The praises of my God shall still


My heart and tongue employ.

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Of his deliverance I will boaft,
'Till all who are distrest,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their grief to rest.
Oh make but trial of his love!
Experience will decide

How bleft they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

Fear him, ye faints, and ye will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make ye his fervice your delight,
Your wants fhall be his care.


HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,

As thou wert ever kind;

Let me, oppreft with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my fin;
For I confess my crime, and fee
How great my guilt has been.

Against thee only, Lord,

And only in thy fight
Have I tranfgrefs'd, and tho' condemn'd,
Muft own thy judgments right.


Blot out my crying fins,
Nor me in anger view;
Create in me a heart that's clean,
An upright mind renew.
Withdraw not thou thy help,

Nor caft me from thy fight;
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
Its everlasting flight.

The joy thy favour gives,
Let me again obtain:
And thy free Spirit's firm fupport,
My fainting soul sustain.


O God


heart is fix'd, is bent, Its thankful tribute to prefent; And with my heart my voice I'll raife, To thee, my God, in songs of praise.

Awake my glory, harp, and lute,
No longer let your ftrings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
Thy praifes, Lord, I will refound,
To all the lift'ning nations round;
Thy mercy highelt heav'n tranfcends,
Thy truth beyond the cloud extends.


Be thou, O God, exalted high,
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here as there obey'd.



O my complaint, O Lord my God,
Thy gracious ear incline;
Hear me, diftreft, and deftitute
Of all relief but thine.

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Do thou, O God, preferve my foul,
That does thy name adore;

Thy fervant keep, and him, whofe truft,
Relies on thee, restore.

To me, who daily thee invoke,
Thy mercy, Lord, extend;
Refresh thy fervants foul, whofe hope
On thee alone depend.

Thou, Lord, art good, not only good,
But prompt to pardon too;
Of plenteous mercy to all those
Who for thy mercy fue.


Come, loud anthems let us fing, Loud thanks to our almighty king; For we our voices high fhould raise, When our falvation's Rock we praise.



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