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Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.

6 Behold the hosts of hell !

How cruel is their hate ? Against my life they rise, and join

Their fury with deceit.
7 O! keep my soul from death,

Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust

In my Redeemer's name.
With humble faith I wait,

To see thy face again ;
Of Ir'el it shall ne'er be said,

“ He fought the Lord in vain."

PSALM XXVI. Long Metre.
Self-examination : or, evidences of grace.
UDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways,


My faith upon thy promise stays,

Nor from thy law my feet depart. 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit,

With men of vanity and lies ;
The scoffer and the hypocrite

Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 3 Amongst thy faints will I appear

With hands well wash'd in innocence ;
But when I stand before thy bar,

The blood of Christ is my defence. 4 I love thy habitation, Lord,

The temple where thine honours dwell ;

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My heart reply'd without delay,

“ I'll seek my father's face.” 2 Let not thy face be hid from me,

Nor frown my soul away ; God of my life, I fly to thee

In a distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred near and dear,

Leave me to want or die, My God would make my life his care,

And all my need supply. 4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief,

Had not my soul believ'd, 'To see thy grace provide relief;

Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,

And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your fpirit when it faints,

And far exceed your hope.
PSALM XXIX Long Metre.

Storm and thunder.
IVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame,

Give to the Lord renown and pow'r ; Ascribe due honours to his name,

And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud,

Over the ocean and the land ;
His voice divides the wat’ry cloud,

And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 He speaks, and tempelt, hail, and wind,

Lay the wide forest bare around ;
The fearful hart, and frighted hind,
Leap at the terror of the found.

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2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,

Which made my mountain stand so long ; Soon as thy face began to hide,

My health was gone, my comforts dy'd. 3 I cry'd aloud to thee, my God,

« What canst thou profit by my blood ? “Deep in the dust, can I declare

“Thy truth, or fing thy goodness there? 4

“ Hear me, O God of grace, I said, « And bring me from among the dead :" Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,

Thy pard’ning love remov'd my guilt. s My groans, and tears, and forms of woe,

Are turn'd to joy and praises now;
1 throw my fackcloth on the ground,

And ease and gladness gird me round. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame,

Shall ne'er be filent of thy name ;
Thy praise fhall found thro'earth and heav'n,

For fickness heal'd, and fins forgiv'n. PSALM XXXI. ist Part. Com. Met.

Ver. 5,,13--19, 22, 23•

Deliverance from death.
NTO thine hand, O God of truth,

My fpirit I commit;
Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death,

And fav'd me from the pit.
2 The passions of my hope and fear

Maintain'd a doubtful strife,
While forrow, pain, and fin conspir'd

To take away my life.


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