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, Pause. "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. 1 MY 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, PAUSE. 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 and forgiveness. 1 H 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: 73 1 PSALM XXXI. Firft Part. Long Metre. Sanctification. 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, grace relies. 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; grace. 3 For this shall ev'ry humble foul D |