In words thou didst my righteous law applaud, But life belied thee and expos'd the fraud; I know thy works, thy sins appear most hateful, Unjust to man and to thy God ungrateful. 13 In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Theives and adulterers are thy chosen friends, While the proud flatterer at mine altar waits, His harden'd soul divine instruction hates. God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. 14" Long did I wait, I felt my pity move,

But didst thou think that I would ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy sin? But God is just, and just the dreadful sentence, That dooms the soul to hell without repentance. 15 Behold my terrors now, my thunders roll, And thine own crimes affright thy guilty soul, Awhile the Lamb in patience may forbear, But Judah's Lion must the sinner tear"Judgment concludes, hell trembles, heaven rejoices,

Lift up your heads. ye saints, with cheerful voices,

EPIPHONEMA.

16 Sinners, awake betimes, ye fools, be wise, Awake before this dreadful morning rise, Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,

Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend; Cease to revile him, O ye daring scoffers, Accept salvation while Immanuel offers.

PSALM 51. Part 1. L. M.

A penitent pleading for pardon. 1 SHOW pity, Lord, O, Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live:

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great, but let me find,
The God of grace as greatly kind,
And as thy nature has no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3 My crimes are great, impute them not,
But wash my soul from every spot,
I would to thee confess
my sin,

And own the plague that works within.
4 With flowing tears, and bursting groans,
My sorrowing soul her state bemoans,
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.
5 How have I sin'd against the light,
And done this evil in thy sight,
Lord, should thy law its own demand,
Before thy bar I could not stand.

6 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul was sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

7 Yet, Lord, the blood of Christ was spilt,
To cleanse the sons of men from guilt;
On him my guilty soul I cast,

And hope in Jesus to the last.
O, may his blood on me remain,
Like hysop sprinkled o'er a stain,
And let his spirit on me blow,
To make my soul as white as snow.

PSALM 51. Part 2. L. M.

Original and actual sins confessed.

1 BEHOLD me, Lord, a guilty child, Conceiv'd in sin and born defil'd,

Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
The law demands a perfect heart,
But I'm defil'd in every part.

3 Great God, create mine heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true,
O, make me wise betimes to see,
That all my strength is found in thee.
4 Behold I fall before thy face,
Mine only refuge is thy grace;
No costly forms can purge from sin,
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hysop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor rolling main,
Can wash away the dismal stain.
6 Jesus, my Lord, thy blood alone,
Did once for sins of men atone,
Wash'd in thy blood, no Jewish rite,
Can cleanse and make my soul so white.
7 When sin and guilt my peace destroy,
I hear thy word with heavenly joy:
Thy smiling face, thy pardoning voice,
Shall make my mourning soul rejoice.

PSALM 51. Part 3. L. M.

The backslider restored. TO thee, my God, I tell my sins, And thus my mournful soul begins, "Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin;

Let thy good spirit ne'er depart,

Nor hide thy presence from mine heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.'
4 So shall thy name be long ador'd
For sins forgiven, and saints restor❜d,
The world shall thy salvation see,
And humble converts turn to thee.
5 I'll say to man's apostate race,
Come learn to trust the God of grace;
The humble seeker put to loss,
I'll lead to God my Savior's cross.
6 At the returning sinner's hands,
No sacrifice the Lord demands;
If God requir'd, I'd freely give
An offering that my soul might live.
7 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

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

8 O, may thy love my soul inspire,
And set my sacrifice on fire;

My warmest thoughts to thee return,
And like the sacred incense burn.

9 In thy good pleasure Zion build,
Thy church with grace and beauty guild,
Whate'er the guilty world befalls,
Let glory rest on Zion's walls.

PSALM 51. Part 1.' C. M.
Original and actual sin lamented.'

I IN mercy, Lord, behold my case,
Nor frown my soul afar,

Behold a sinner vile and base,
Stands' trembling at thy bar.

2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust;

Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.

SI from the stock of Adam rose,
A wild and vicious shoot,

Soon as the buds their leaves disclose,
They show a poisonous root.

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

5 Yet, Lord, the great Redeemer bled,
To save the world below,

His blood for sinners freely shed,
Can wash me white as snow.
6 Let not thy spirit e'er 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 'assembled throng:

Thy love in Christ to thousands shown,
Shall be my daily song.

PSALM 51. Part 2. C. M.

Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ.
O, GOD of mercy, hear my call,

And answer from above,
Remove my guilt, that like a wall
Secludest me from thy love.

Contagion, infectious disease.
To seclude, to shut up apart.