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The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for facrifice.

6 My foul lies humbled in the duft,
And owns thy dreadful fentence juft;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And fave the foul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they fhall praife a pard'ning God.
O may thy love infpire my tongue !
Salvation fhall be all my fong;
And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs
The Lord, my strength and righteoufnefs.

PSALM LI, 3-13. 1ft Part. Com.Metre.
Original and actual fin confessed and pardoned.

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LORD, I would spread my fore distress

And guilt before thine eyes;

Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arife!

2 Should't thou condemn my foul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust,

Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just. 3 I from the ftock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean;

All my original is fhame,

And all my nature fin.

4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I
A jufter prey for death.

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5 Cleanfe me, O Lord, and cheer my foul
With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken fpirit 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.

7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the fons of men;
Backfliders fhall addrefs thy throne,
And turn to God again.

2d Part. Com.Metre.

PSALM LI. 2d Part.

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Ver. 14-17.

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Repentance and faith in the blood of Chrift.
GOD of mercy, hear my
My load of guilt remove;
Break down this feparating wall
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the prefence of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall fpeak aloud thy righteoufnefs,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer flain,
For fin could e'er atone;

The death of Chrift fhall ftill remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A foul oppreft with fin's defert,
My God will ne'er defpife:

A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our beft facrifice.

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PSALM LIII. 4-6. Common Metre. Victory and deliverance from perfecution.

I RE all the foes of Zion fools,

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Who thus devour her faints?
Do they not know her Sayiour rules,
And pities her complaints?

2 They fhall be feiz'd with fad furprise;
For God's revenging arm

Scatters the bones of them that rife
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the fons of Satan boaft
Of armies in array;

When God has firft difpers'd their hoft,
They fall an eafy prey.

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

Jacob, with all the tribes, fhall fing,
And Judah weep no more.

PSALM LV, Common Metre.
Ver. 1-8, 16, 17, 18, 22.

Support for the afflicted and tempted foul.
GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,

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

2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,
My foul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward ftrife,
To fhake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-ftrings found, groan with ev'ry breath;

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Horror and fear befet me round
Amongst the fhades of death,
4 O were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.

5 Let me to fome wild defart go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where ftorms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all,
To 'fcape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can fave me here as well.

PAUSE.

7 By morning light I'll feek his face,
At noon repeat my cry:

The night fhall hear me afk his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

8 God fhall preferve my foul from fear,
Or fhield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.

9 I caft my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord fuftains them all;
My courage refts upon his word,
That faints fhall never fall.

10 My highest hopes fhall not be vain;
My lips fhall fpread his praise :
While cruel and deceitful men
Scarce live out half their days.

PSALM LV. 15-17, 19, 22. Short Metre. Dangerous profperity; or, daily devotion encouraged.

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ET finners take their course,
And choofe the road to death

But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.
2 My thoughts addrefs his throne,
When morning brings the light;
I feek his bleffing ev'ry noon,
And pay my vows at night.
Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God!

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5

While finners perish in surprise
Beneath thine angry rod,

Because they dwell at ease,
And no fad changes feel,

They neither fear nor truft thy name,

Nor learn to do thy will.

But I, with all my cares,

Will lean upon the Lord;

I'll caft my burden on his arm,
And reft upon his word.

6 His arm fhall well fuftain
The children of his love;

The ground, on which their safety stands,
No earthly pow'r can move.

PSALM LVI.

Common Metre.

Deliverance from oppreffion and falsehood; or, God's care of his people, in answer to faith and prayer. THOU! whofe juftice reigns on high, And makes th' oppreffor ceafe;

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