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And if my foul were fent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet fave a trembling finner Lord,
Whose hope fill hov'ring round thy word,
PSALM LI. Second part. Long Metre.
'L ORL am vile, conceivă in fin;
And born unholy and unclean:
Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The feeds of fin grow up for death;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
And form my fpirit pure and true;
My danger and my remedy,] 4 Behold I fall before thy face ;
My only refuge is thy grace :
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Can wash the dismal stain away. 5 Jefus, my God, thy blood alone
Hait pow'r, fufficient to atone;
7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor Alesh por foul hath reft or ease;
PSALM. LI. Third Part. Long Metre.
The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith
in the Blood of Christ. I
Thou that hear'st 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 averse to sin;
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3. I cannot live without thy light,
Cart out and banish'd from thy sight;
And guard me that I fall no more.
His help and comfort ftill afford:
To plead the merits of thy Son.
Is all the facrifice I bring;
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful fentence juft;
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy fov'reign grace;
And they shall praise a pard'oing God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue !
Salvation shall be all my fong;
PSALM LI 33-13. First part. Com. Metre, Original and a&tual sin confesed and pardoned.
ORD, I would spread my fore difrels
And guilt before thine eyes;
How high my crimes arise !
And crush my Aesh to dust,
And earth mult own it just,
Unholy and unclean,
And all my nature fin.
Contagion with my breath;
A jufter prey for death.
With thy forgiving love;
Aod bid my paios remove.
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
Before the fons of men;
And turn to God again.
GOD of mercy, hear my call,
My loads of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.
Then my rejoicing tongue
And make thy praise my song.
For fin could e’ér atone;
Sufficient and alone.
My God will ne'er despise:
Is our best facrifice.
PSA L M LIII. 4,-6.
Who thus devour his faints ? Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaiots ? 2 They fhall be seiz’d with fad furprise;
For God's revengiog arm
Scatters the bones of them that rise
To do his children harm.
Of armies in array;
They fall an easy prey.
Her captives to restore !
Aod Judah weep no more.
PSALM LV. 1,-8,16, 17, 18, 22. Com. Metrei
Support for the aflicted and tempted foul. ' O Behold my ft wing
tears, GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears,
My soul with guilt they load,
To shake my hope in God.
1 groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear befct me round,
Amongst the shades of death. 4 O were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
From all these restless things. 5 Lei me to fome wild defart
Temptations never come.