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 II 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! Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend: PSALM LI. Firft Part. Long Metre. S A penitent pleading for pardon. HEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Are not thy mercies large and free? 2 My crimes are great, but not furpass 5 Should fudden veng'ance feize my breath, 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. No outward forms can make me clean; 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 6 Jefus, my God, thy blood alone Thy blood can make me white as fnow; 7 While guilt difturbs and breaks my peace, 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, my heart. 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, The God of grace will ne'er defpife 6 My foul lyes humbled in the duft, 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs PSALM LI 3,-13. First part. Com. Metre, Against thy laws, against thy grace, 2 Should'st thou condemn my foul to hell, 3 I from the stock of Adam came, All my original is thame, 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew 5 Cleanfe me, O Lord, and chear my foul O make my broken spirit whole, 6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart, |