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Look on my anguifh and my pain,
And pardon all my fins.

PAUSE.

Behold the hofts of hell!
How cruel is their hate?

Against my life they rife, and join
Their fury with deceit.

7 O keep my foul from death,
Nor put my hope to fhame,
For I have plac'd my only truft
In my Redeemer's name.

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With humble faith I wait,
To fee thy face again;
Of Ifr'el it fhall ne'er be faid,
"He fought the Lord in vain."

PSALM XXVI. Long Metre.
Self-examination; or, evidences of grace.
UDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promise stays,
Nor from thy law my feet depart.

JUD

2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit,
With men of vanity and lies;
The fcoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.

3 Amongst thy faints will I appear
With hands well wafh'd in innocence;
But when I ftand before thy bar,
The blood of Chrift is my defence.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,
The temple where thine honours dwell;

There fhall I hear thy holy word, And there thy works of wonder tell. 5 Let not my foul be join'd at last With men of treachery and blood, Since 1 my days on earth have past Among the faints, and near my God. PSALM XXVII. ft Part. Com.Metre. The church is our delight and fafety. HE Lord of glory is my light, And my

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Ver. 1-6.

THE

falvation too;

God is my ftrength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart defires:
O! grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy faints,
The temples of my God.

3 There fhall I offer my requests,
And fee thy beauty ftill;
Shall hear thy meffages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rife and ftorms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a ftrong pavilion, where
He makes my foul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,

And fongs of joy and victory

Within thy temple found.

PSALM XXVII. 2d Part. Com.Metre.

Ver. 8, 9, 13, 14. Prayer and hope.

SOON

OON as I heard my father fay,
"Ye children feek my grace;"

My heart reply'd without delay, "I'll feek my father's face."

2 Let not thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my foul away;

God of my life, 1 fly to thee
In a diftreffing day.

3 Should friends and kindred near and dear, Leave me to want or die,

My God would make my life his care,
And all my need fupply.

4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief,
Had not my foul believ'd,
To fee thy grace provide relief;
Nor was my hope deceiv'd.

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raife your fpirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

PSALM XXIX Long Metre.

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Storm and thunder.

IVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame, Give to the Lord renown and pow'r ; Afcribe due honours to his name, And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud, Over the ocean and the land;

His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 He fpeaks, and tempeft, hail, and wind, Lay the wide foreft bare around; The fearful hart, and frighted hind, Leap at the terror of the found.

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To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And lo, the ftately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The vallies roar, the deferts quake.

5 The Lord fits fov'reign o'er the flood;
The Thund'rer reigns for ever king:
But makes his church his bleft abode,
Where we his awful glories fing.
6 In gentler language there, the Lord
The counfels of his grace imparts;
Amidst the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.
PSALM XXX. 1ft Part. Long Metre.

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Sickness healed, and forrow removed.
Will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command diseases fly;
Who but a God can speak and fave,
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye faints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is:
Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and blefs,
While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment ftays;
His love is life and length of days;
Tho' grief and tears the night employ,
The Morning-ftar reftores the joy.
PSALM XXX. 2d Part. Long Metre.

Ver. 6.

Health, fickness, and recovery.

FIRM was my health, my day was bright,

And I prefum'd twould ne'er be night: Fondly I faid within my heart, Pleasure and peace fhall ne'er depart."

2 But I forgot thine arm was strong, Which made my mountain stand so long ; Soon as thy face began to hide,

My health was gone, my comforts dy'd. 3 I cry'd aloud to thee, my God, "What canft thou profit by my blood? "Deep in the duft, can I declare

"Thy truth, or fing thy goodness there? 4 "Hear me, O God of grace, I said, "And bring me from among the dead:" Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praises now; 1 throw my fackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be filent of thy name; Thy praise fhall found thro' earth and heav'n, For fickness heal'd, and fins forgiv'n.

PSALM XXXI. ft Part. Com. Met. Ver. 5, 13-19, 22, 23.

Deliverance from death.

INTO thine hand, O God of truth,

INTO
My fpirit I commit;

Thou haft redeem'd my foul from death,
And fav'd me from the pit.

2 The paffions of my hope and fear
Maintain'd a doubtful ftrife,

While forrow, pain, and fin confpir'd
To take away my life.