10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, "Thy folemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? "Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, "Glaring in gems and gay in woven gold? God is the Judge of hearts, no fair difguifes Can fcreen the guilty when his veng'ance rifes

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PAUSE the fecond.

11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldft thou hope to please

"A God, a Spirit, with fuch toys as these? "While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit and doft thy brother wrong. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with chearful voices.

12" In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adult'rers are thy chofen friends: "While the falfe Aatt'rer at my altar waits, "His harden'd foul divine inftruction hates. God is the Fudge of hearts; no fair disguises Can fcreen the guilty when his veng'ance rifes.

13" Silent I waited with long-fuff'ring love; "But didit thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish fuch an impious thought withia, "That the Holy would indulge thy fin? See, God appears; all nature join t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and finners fall before him.

14 Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty foul; "Now ke a lion fhall my veng'ance tear

Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near.

Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with chearful voices.

Epiphonema,

Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools be wife!
Awake before this dreadful morning rife;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works
amend,

Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend:
Then join, ye faints; wake every chearful paffion,
When Chrift returns, he comes for your falvation.

PSALM LI. Firft Part. Long Metre.

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A penitent pleading for pardon.

HEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a finner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but not furpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found,
30 wafh my foul from every fin,
And make my guilty confcience clean:
Here on my heart the burden lyes,
And paft offences pain mine eyes.
4 My lips with fhame my fins confefs
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, fhould thy judgment grow fevere,
I am condemn'd but thou art clear.

5 Should fudden veng'ance feize my breath,
I must pronounce thee juft in death:

And if my foul were fent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet fave a trembling finner Lord,

Whofe hope ftill hov'ring round thy word, Would light on fome fweet promife there, Some fure fupport against despair.

PSALM LI. Second part. Long Metre.
Original and actual fin confessed.
ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin;
And born unholy and unclean:
Sprung from the man whofe guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The feeds of fin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
3 [Great God, create my heart a-new,
And form my fpirit pure and true;
O make me wife betimes, to spy
My danger and my remedy,]
4 Behold I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprofy lyes deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyffop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor fea,
Can wafh the difmal ftain away.

6 Jefus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r, fufficient to atone;

Thy blood can make me white as fnow;
No Jewish types could cleante me fo.

7 While guilt difturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor foul hath reft or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ring voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.

PSALM. LI. Third Part. Long Metre.

The Backflider reftored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ.

Thou that hear'ft when finners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lye,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my foul averfe to fin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from

my heart.
3. I cannot live without thy light,
Caft out and banifh'd from thy fight;
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort ftill afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the facrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er defpife
A broken heart for facrifice.

6 My foul lyes humbled in the duft,
And owns thy dreadful fentence juft;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And fave the foul condemn'd to die.

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners (hall learn thy tov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
8 O may thy love infpire my tongue!
Salvation fhall be all my fong;

And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs
The Lord, my ftrength and righteoufnefs.

PSALM LI 3,-13. First part. Com. Metre,
Original and actual fin confessed and pardoned.
ORD, I would fpread my fore diftrels
And guilt before thine eyes;

Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arife!

2 Should'st thou condemn my foul to hell,
And crush my flesh to duft,
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.

3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean,

All my original is thame,
And all my nature fin.

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

5 Cleanfe me, O Lord, and chear my foul
With thy forgiving love;

O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.

6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
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