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2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord,
Imputes not his iniquities,
And not on works, but grace relięs.
3 From guilt his heart and lips are free,
His humble joy, his holy fear,
2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep,
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
CLXXI. · The Vanity of Man as:
Mortal. Pfal. xxxix.
2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit
Where mourning long Ilay,
Deep bonds of miry clay.
3 Firm on a rock he made me ftand,
And taught my chearful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new thankful fong.
5 How many are thy thoughts of love. ?
Thy mercies Lord how great ?
Their numbers to repeat. :
6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.