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 fhine,

And fave me for thy mercy's fake,
For I'm entirely thine.
PAUSE.

5 [Twas in my hafte my fpirit faid,
"I must defpair and die,

"I am out off before thine eyes;"
But thou haft heard my cry.]
6 Thy goodness, how divinely free!
How wond'rous is thy grace,
To thofe that fear thy majefty,
And truft thy promifes !

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.
Ver. 7-13, 18-21.

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Deliverance from flander and reproach. Y heart rejoices in thy name, My God, my help, my truft; Thou haft preferv'd my face from fhame, Mine honour from the duft.

2 "My life is spent with grief," 1 cry'd ;

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"My years confum'd in groans;

"My frength decays, mine eyes are dry'd, "And forrow waltes my bones."

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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 befet me round;
I to the throne of grace apply'd,
And speedy rescue found.

PAUSE.

5 How great deliv'rance thou haft wrought
Before the fons of men!
The lying lips to filence brought,
And made their boaftings vain!
6 Thy children from the ftrife of tongues,
Shall thy pavilion hide;

Guard them from infamy and wrongs,
And crush the fons of pride.

7 Within thy fecret prefence, Lord,
Let me forever dwell;

I.

3

No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd,
Secures a faint fo well.

PSALM XXXII. Short Metre.
Forgiveness of fin upon confeffion.
BLESSED fouls are they,
Whole fins are cover'd o'er !

Divinely bleft, 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 feft'ring wound;

4

'Till I confefs'd my fins to thee, And ready pardon found.

Let finners learn to pray,

Let faints keep near the throne Our help in times of deep diftrefs Is found in God alone.

PSALM XXXII. Common Metre. Free pardon and fincere obedience; or, confeffion and forgiveness.

I

APPY the man to whom his God
No more imputes his fin;

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But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood,
Hath made his garments clean!
2 Happy, beyond expreffion, he
Whofe debts are thus difcharg'd;
And from the guilty bondage free,
He feels his foul enlarg'd!

3 His fpirit 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 breaft,
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 feal'd.

6 This fhall invite thy faints to pray;
When like a raging flood

Temptations rife, our ftrength and stay
Is a forgiving God.

PSALM XXXII. 1ft Part. Long Metre. Repentance and free pardon; or, juftification and fanctification.

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Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God, Whofe fins with forrow are confefs'd, And cover'd with his Saviour's blood. 2 Bleft 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 fhines.

PSALM XXXII. 2d Part. Long Metre.
A guilty confcience eafed by confession and pardon.

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WHILE I keep filence, and conceal

heavy guilt within my heart, What torments doth my confcience feel! What agonies of inward fmart ! 2 I fpread my fins before the Lord, And all my fecret faults confefs; Thy gofpel fpeaks a pard'ning word, Thy Holy Spirit feals the grace. 3 For this fhall ev'ry humble foul Make swift addreffes to thy feat: When floods of huge temptations roll, There fhall they find a bleft 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 fnare.

PSALM XXXIII. 1ft Part. Com.Met.

I

Works of creation and providence.

REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord

This work belongs to you:

Sing of his name, his ways, his word,
How holy, juft, 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 wifdom and almighty word
The heav'nly arches fpread;
And by the Spirit of the Lord
Their fhining hofts were made.
4 He bade the liquid waters flow
To their appointed deep;
The flowing feas their limits know,
And their own ftation keep.

5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth,
With fear before him ftand:
He fpake, and nature took its birth,
And refts on his command.

6 He fcorns the angry nations' rage,
And breaks their vain defigns:
His counsel ftands through ev'ry age,
And in full glory fhines.