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Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,
That I'scape the snare.

3 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the fins of riper years,
And follies of my youth.

4 The Lord is just and kind;
The meek shall learn his ways;.
And ev'ry humble finner find
The methods of his grace,

5 For his own goodness" fake,.

He faves my foul from shame;
He pardons (tho' my guilt be great)
Thro' my Redeemer's name."

CLVIII. Confeffion and Pardon.

Pfalm. xxxii.

Bleffed fouls are they,

Ο Whofe fins are cover'd o'er !

Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.

2 They mourn their follies paft,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith fincere,

3 While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the feft'ring wound;

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

4 Let finners feek the Lord,

Let faints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep diftrefs, Is in the Lord alone.

CLIX. Let all Nations praise the

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Lord.

ROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arife;

Let the Redeemer's name be fung,
Thro' ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ;
Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise fhall found from fhore to fhore,
'Till fun fhall rife and fet no more.

CLX.

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The Qualifications of a
Chriftian.

HO shall afcend thy heav'nly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?

The man that trusts in Jesus now,

And humbly walks with God below.

2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean Whofe lips ftill speak the thing they mean

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No flanders dwell upon his tongue :
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.

(3 Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt: Sinners of ftate he can despise

But faints are honour'd in his eyes.)

(4 Firm to his word he ever ftood,
And always makes his promise good:
Nor dares to change the things he fwears,
Whatever pain or lofs he bears.)

5

He never deals in bribing gold,

And mourns that justice should be fold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door,

6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For thofe curfe him to his face :

And doth to all men ftill the fame,
That he would hope, or wish, from them.

7 Yet, when his holieft works are done,
His foul depends on Chrift alone :
This is the man thy face fhall fee
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee,

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CLXI. Courage in Death, and Hope of the Refurrection.

HE Lord Jehovah is my song,

T His arm is my almighty prop:

Be glad, my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh fhall reft in hope.

2 Tho' in the duft I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My foul for ever with the dead,

Nor lofe thy children in the grave.

3 My flefh fhall thy firft call obey,
Shake off the duft, and rife on high :
Then fhalt thou lead the wondrous way,
Up to thy throne above the fky.

4 The ftreams of endlefs pleasure flow:
And full difcov'ries of thy grace

(Which we but tafted here below)

Spread heav'nly joys thro' all the place.

CLXII.

Support and

Support and Counsel

from God, without Merit. Pfal.

xvi. 1, 8.

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AVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe,
In thee my trust I place;

Tho'

Tho' all the good that I can do,
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

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2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The faints may profit by't,
The faints the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

3

Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or ftone;

But my delightful lot is caft,

Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my conftant food
He fills my daily cup :

Much am I pleas'd with prefent good,
But more rejoice in hope.

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6 My foul would all her thoughts approve,

To his all feeing eye;

Nor death nor hell my hope fhall move,
While fuch a friend is nigh.

CLXIII.

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