4 My fainting fleth had dy'd with grief,
Had not my foul believ'd,
To fee thy grace provide relief,
Nor was my hope deceiv'd.
5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raife your fpirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.
PSALM XXIX.
Storm and thunder.
VIVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and
Afcribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud.
Over the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 He speaks, and tempeft, hail and wind,
Lay the wide foreft bare around;
The fearful hart, and frighted hind,
Leap at the terror of the found.
4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And lo, the ftately cedars break; '
The mountains tremble at the noife,
The vallies roar, the defarts quake.
5 The Lord fits fov'reign on the flood,
The Thund'rer reigns for ever king;
But makes his church his bleft abode,
Where we his awful glories fing.
6 In gentler language there the Lord
The counfels of his grace imparts:
Amidft the raging ftorm his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.
PSALM XXX. First part.
Sickness healed, and forrow removed.
WILL extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command difeafes fly;
Who but a God can fpeak and fave
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye faints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is;
Let all your pow'rs rejoice and blefs,
While you record his holiness.
3 His anger but a moment ftays;
His love is life and length of days:
Tho' grief and tears the night employ,
The morning ftar reftores the joy.
PSALM XXX. Ver. 6. Second part.
Health, fickness, and recovery.
IRM was my health, my day was bright, And I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night: Fondly I faid within my heart,
"Pleasure and peace fhall ne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine arm was ftrong, Which made my mountain stand so long; Soon as thy face began to hide,
My health was gone, my comforts dy'd.. 3 I cry'd aloud to thee, my God;
"What canft thou profit by my blood?
Deep in the duft can I declare
Thy truth, or fing thy goodness there? "Hear me, O God of grace, I faid,
"And bring me from among the dead.”
Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,
Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt.
5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe,
Are turn'd to joy and praises now;
I throw my fackcloth on the ground,
And cafe and gladness gird me round.
6 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne'er be filent of thy name;
Thy praise fhall found thro' earth and heav'o, For fickness heal'd, and fins forgiv'n.
PSALM XXXI. 5, 13—19, 22, 23. First part. Deliverance from death.
i TNTO thine hand, O God of truth,
My fpirit 1 commit;
Thou haft redeem'd my foul from death,
And fav'd me from the pit.
2 The paffions of my hope and fear
Maintain'd a doubtful ftrife;
While forrow, pain, and fin confpir'd
To take away my life.
3 "My times are in thy hand, I cry'd,
"Tho' I draw near the duft:"
Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.
4 O make thy reconciled face
Upon thy fervant shine,
And fave me for thy mercy's fake,
For I'm intirely thine.
5['Twas in my hafte my fpirit faid, "1 muft despair and die,
"I am cut off before thine eyes;"
But thou hast heard my cry.
6 Thy goodness, how divinely free!
How wond'rous is thy grace,
To thofe that fear thy majefty,
And trust thy promises!
7 O love the Lord, all ye his faints,
And fing his praises loud;
He'll bend his ear to your complaints,
And recompence the proud.
PSALM XXXI. 7—13, 18,—21. Second part.
Deliverance from flander and reproach.
Y heart rejoices in thy name,
M My God, my help, my truft;
Thou haft preferv'd my face from fhame,
Mine honour from the duft.
2" My life is spent with grief, I cry'd,
"My years confum'd in groans,
"My ftrength decays, mine eyes are dry'd,
"And forrow waftes my bones."
3 Among mine enemies my name
Was a mere proverb grown,
While to my neighbours I became
Forgotten and unknown.
4 Slander and fear on every fide
Seiz'd and befet me round,
I to the throne of grace apply'd,
And speedy rescue found.
5 How great deliv'rance thou haft wrought Before the fons of men!
The lying lips to filence brought,
And made their boastings vain!
6 Thy children, from the ftrife of tongues,
Shall thy pavilion hide,
Guard them from infamy and wrongs,
And crush the fons of pride..
7 Within thy fecret prefence, Lord,
Let me for ever dwell;
No fenced city wall'd and barr'd
Secures a faint fo well.
PSALM XXXII. Short Metre.
Forgiveness of fins upon confession.
BLESSED fouls are they Whofe fins are, cover'd o'er! Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.
*2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives without deceit
Shall prove their faith fincere.
3 While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the feft'ring wound,
Till I confefs'd my fins to thee,
And ready pardon found.
Let finners learn to pray,
Let faints keep near the throne;
Our help in times of deep diftrefs
Is found in God alone.
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