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Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,
Thy pard’ning love remov'd my guilt.
Are turn'd to joy and praises now;
And ease and gladness gird me round. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne'er be silent of thy name;
For sickness heald, and fins forgiv'n.
Deliverance from death.
My spirit I commit;
And fav’d me from the pit.
Maintain'd a doubtful strife;
To take away my life.
" Tho' I draw near the dust:" Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I truit. 4 O make thy reconciled face
Upon thy fervant shine,
"si muit depair and die,
“ I am cut off before thine eyes;”
But thou hast heard my cry.
How wond'rous is thy grace,
And trust thy promises !
And fing his praises loud;
And recompence the proud.
PSALM XXXI. 7-13, 18,-21. Second part.
Deliverance from ander and reproach.
My God, my help, my trust;
Mine honour from the dust.
My years consum'd in groans,
" And sorrow wastes my bones.” 3 Among mine enemies my name
Was a mere proverb grown,
Forgotten and unknown.
Seiz'd and beset me round,
Before the sons of men !
The lying lips to silence brought,
And made their boastings vain ! 6 Thy children, from the strife of tongues,
Shall thy pavilion hide,
And crush the fons of pride. ,
Let me for ever dwell;
Secures a faint so well,
PSALM XXXII. Short Metre,
Forgiveness of sins upon confeßion.
I Blessed fouls are they
Whose fins are cover'd o'er!
Imputes their guilt no more.
And keep their hearts with care;
Shall prove their faith fincere. 3 While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the felt'ring wound, Till I confels'd my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found. 4
Let finners learn to pray,
Let faiats keep near the throne; Our help in times of decp distress
Is found in God alone.
PSALM XXXII. Common Metre.
Free párdon, and sincere obedience: or, Confesion
Appy the man to whom his God
No more imputes his sin,
Hath made his garments clean! 2 Happy, beyond expression he
Whose debts are thus discharg'd;
He feels his soul enlarg'd.
His words are all sincere;
To keep his conscience clear.
No quiet could I find;
And rack'd my tortur'd miod,
My secret fins reveald;
Thy grace my pardon feald.
When like a raging flood Temptations rise, our strength and stay "Is a forgiving God:
PSALM XXXI. Firft Part. Long Metre.
Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God,
And cover'd with his Saviour's blood. 2 Blelt is the mao to whom the Lord
Imputes pot his iniquities,
His humble joy, his holy fear,
And join to prove his faith sincere. 4 How glorious is that righteousness
That hides and cancels all his fins !
PSALM. XXXII. Second Part. Long Metre. Aguilty Conscience eased by Confession and Pardon.
HILE I keep Glence and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What agonies of inward smart!
And all my secret faults confess;
For this shall ev'ry humble foul