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2 Remit my Guilt, nor call me forth
In Judgment to appear ;
Can in thy Sight be clear.
My Happiness invades: As Men that long have been no more, of I grovel in the Shades. 4 Hence potent Grief and gloomy Care
My inward Peace destroy: The black Intrusions of Despair
Cloud ev'ry Glimpse of Joy.
Some Comforts I derive;
My dying Hopes revive.
And raise my mental Pow'rs;
For the refreshing Show'rs.
My vital Strength decays : Thiné Absence brings me near the Grare,
While Grief consumes my Days. 8. When balmy Sleep forfakes
Thy gracious Aid impart ;
And fix it in my Heart,
When threatning Foes engage;
And disconcert their Rage.
My only fov’reign Guide ;
Where endless Joys refide.
Extinguish all Despair ;
And diffipate my Care.
The Measure of my Days,
To celebrate thy Praise.
Y righteous Judge,mygracious God,
O make thy Truth and Mercy known !
Behold thy Servant pleads thy Grace:
No Man alive is guiltless there.
The mighty Woes that burden me:
I dwell in darknefs and unseen;
The ancient Wonders of thy Grace. 5 Thence I derive a Glimpse of Hope,
To bear my finking Spirits up;
And thirst like parched Lands for Rain. 6 In Thee I trust, to Thee I figh,
And lift my heavy Soul on high ;
And wear the tiresome Hours away. 7 Break off my Fetters, LORD, and show Which is the Path
go ; If Snares and Foes beset the Road,
I fee to hide me near my God. 8 Teach me to do thy holy Will
, And lead me to thy heav'nly Hill; Let the good SPIRIT of thy Love
Conduct me to thy Courts above. 9 Then shall my Soul no more complain;
The Tempter then shall rage in vain; And Flesh, that was my Foe before, Shall never vex my Spirit more.
PSA L M CXLIV.
OR ever bleffed be the LORD,
My Saviour and my SHIELD;
To arm me for the Field,
2 When Sin and Hell their Force unite,
He makes my Soul his Care,
And guards me through the War.
Does my weak Courage raise ;
PA RT II.
Born of the Earth at first?,
Still hasting to the Duft.
Or any of his Race,
To visit him with Grace?
Who shakes the Worlds above;
Like Pillars round a Palace fet,
Cattle and Corn ħave large Increase ;
9 Happy the Nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely bless’d are thofe
ONG as I live I'll bless thy Name,
My KING, my God of Love;
In the bright World. above. 2 Great is the LORD, his Pow'r unknown,
And let his Praise be great:
Thy Works of Grace repeat. 3 Thy Grace shall dwell upon my Tongue ;
And while my Lips rejoice,
Shall join their cheerful Voice. 4
Fathers to Sons shall teach thy Name,
And Nations found thy Praise.
Shall through the World be known; Thine Arm of Pow'r, thy heav’nly State,
With public Splendor shown.
Thy Saints are ruld by Love ;
Though Rocks and Hills remove.