3 "My times are in thy hand," I cry'd,
"Though I draw near the duft;"
Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.
40 make thy reconciled face
Upon thy fervant shine,
And fave me for thy mercy's fake,
For I'm entirely thine.
5 ['Twas in my haste my spirit said,
"I must despair and die,
"I am out off before thine eyes;"
But thou hast heard my cry.]
6 Thy goodness, how divinely free !
How wond'rous is thy grace,
To those that fear thy majesty,
And trust thy promises !
70 love the Lord, all ye his faints,
And fing his praises loud;
He'll lend his ear to your complaints,
And recompenfe the proud.
PSALM XXXI. 2d Part. Com.Metre.
Deliverance from flander and reproach. Y heart rejoices in thy name, My God, my help, my truft; Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame, Mine honour from the duft.
2 " My life is spent with grief," I cry'd; "My years confum'd in groans ; "My ftrength decays, mine eyes are dry'd, "And forrow wastes my bones."
3 Among mine enemies, my name
Was a mere proverb grown:
While to my neighbours, I became
Forgotten and unknown.
4 Slander and fear on ev'ry fide
Seiz'd and beset me round;
I to the throne of grace apply'd,
And speedy rescue found.
5 How great deliv'rance thou hast wrought
Before the fons of men !
The lying lips to filence brought,
And made their boastings vain ! 6 Thy children from the strife of tongues, Shall thy pavilion hide; Guard them from infamy and wrongs, And crush the fons of pride.
7 Within thy secret prefence, Lord, Let me forever dwell;
No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd,
Secures a faint so well.
PSALM XXXII.
Short Metre.
Forgiveness of fin upon confeffion.
BLESSED fouls are they,
0 Whose fins are cover'd o'er !
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more!
They mourn their follies paft,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives without deceit,
Shall prove their faith fincere.
While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
'Till I confefs'd my fins to thee, And ready pardon found. 4 Let finners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help in times of deep distress
Is found in God alone.
PSALM XXXII. Common Metre. Free pardon and fincere obedience; or, confeffion and forgiveness.
HAPPY the man to whom his God
No more imputes his fin;
But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood,
Hath made his garments clean !
2 Happy, beyond expreffion, he
Whose debts are thus discharg'd;
And from the guilty bondage free,
He feels his foul enlarg'd !
3 His spirit hates deceit and lies,
His words are all fincere,
He guards his heart, he guards his eyes,
To keep his confcience clear.
4 While I my inward guilt fuppreft,
No quiet could I find:
Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
And rack'd my tortur'd mind.
5 Then I confefs'd my troubled thoughts,
My fecret fins reveal'd;
Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults,
Thy grace my pardon seal'd.
6 This shall invite thy faints to pray;
When like a raging flood
Temptations rise, our strength and stay
Is a forgiving God.
PSALM XXXII. 1st Part. LongMetre. Repemance and free pardon; or, justification and fan&tification. I LEST is the man, forever blest,
Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God,
Whose fins with forrow are confefs'd,
And cover'd with his Saviour's blood.
2 Blest is the man, to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities :
He pleads no merit of reward,
And not on works, but grace relies.
3 From guile his heart and lips are free;
His humble joy, his holy fear,
With deep repentance well agree,
And join to prove his faith fincere.
4 How glorious is that righteousness
That hides and cancels all his fins!
While a bright evidence of grace
Through his whole life appears and shines.
PSALM XXXII. 2d Part. Long Metre.
A guilty confcience eafed by confeffion and pardon.
HILE I keep filence, and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my confcience feel !
What agonies of inward smart !
2 I spread my fins before the Lord,
And all my fecret faults confefs;
Thy gospel speaks a pard'ning word,
Thy Holy Spirit seals the grace.
3 For this shall ev'ry humble soul
Make swift addresses to thy feat:
When floods of huge temptations roll,
There shall they find a blest retreat.
4 How fafe beneath thy wings I lie,
When days grow dark, and storms appear!
And when I walk, thy watchful eye
Shall guide me safe from ev'ry snare.
PSALM XXXIII. 1st Part. Com.Met.
Works of creation and providence.
REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord
to you:
Sing of his name, his ways, his word,
How holy, just, and true !
2 His mercy and his righteousness
Let heav'n and earth proclaim;
His works of nature and of grace
Reveal his wond'rous name.
3 His wisdom and almighty word
The heav'nly arches spread:
And by the Spirit of the Lord
Their shining hosts were made.
4 He bade the liquid waters flow
To their appointed deep;
The flowing feas their limits know,
And their own station keep.
5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth,
With fear before him stand:
He spake, and nature took its birth,
And rests on his command.
6 He scorns the angry nations' rage,
And breaks their vain designs :
His counsel stands through ev'ry age,
And in full glory shines.
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