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PSALM XXXII. Common Metre.

Free pardon, and fincere obedience: or, Confefion and forgiveness.

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APPY the man to whom his God
No more imputes his fin,

But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood,
Hath made his garments clean!

2 Happy, beyond expreffion he

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Whofe debts are thus discharg'd;
And from the guilty bondage free
He feels his foul enlarg'd.

His fpirit hates deceit and lies,
His words are all fincere;

He guards his heart, he guards his eyes,
To keep his confcience clear.

4 While I my inward guilt fuppreft,
No quiet could I find;

Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
And rack'd my tortur'd mind.

5 Then I confeft my troubled thoughts,
My fecret fins reveal'd;

Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults,
Thy grace my pardon feal'd.

This fhall invite thy faints to pray;
When like a raging flood

Temptations rife, our ftrength and stay
Is a forgiving God:

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PSALM XXXII. First Part. Long Metre.
Repentance and free Pardon; or, Juftification and
Sanctification.

LEST is the man, for ever bleft,
Whofe guilt is pardon'd by his God,
Whofe fins with forrow are confefs'd,
And cover'd with his Saviour's blood.

2 Bleft is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities,

He pleads no merit of reward,
And not on works but grace relies.
3 From guile his heart and lips are free,
His humble joy, his holy fear,
With deep repentance well agree,
And join to prove his faith fincere.
4 How glorious is that righteoufnefs
That hides and cancels all his fins!
While a bright evidence of grace
Thro' his whole life appears and fhines.

PSALM. XXXII. Second Part. Long Metre.
Aguilty Confcience eafed by Confeffion and Pardon.

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WHILEI keep filence and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my confcience feel!
What agonies of inward fmart!

2 I fpread my fins before the Lord,
And all my fecret faults confefs;
Thy gofpel fpeaks a pard'ning word,
Thine holy Spirit feals the grace.
3 For this fhall ev'ry humble foul
Make swift addresses to thy feat;
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When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a bleft retreat. 4 How fafe beneath thy wings I lye, When days grow dark, and ftorms appear: And when I walk, thy watchful eye Shall guide me fafe from ev'ry faare.

PSALM XXXIII. First Part. Com. Metre, Works of Creation and Providence.

Rejoice, ye righteous in the Lord,

This work belongs to you:

Sing of his name, his ways, his word,
How holy, juft and true!

2 His mercy and his righteoufnefs
Let heav'n and earth proclaim;
His works of nature and of grace
Reveal his wond'rous name.
3 His wifdom and almighty word
The heav'nly arches fpread;
And by the Spirit of the Lord
Their fhining hosts were made.

4 Hè bid the liquid waters flow,
To their appointed deep;

The flowing feas their limits know,
And their own ftation keep.

5 Ye tenants of the fpacious earth,
With fear before him stand;
He fpake, and nature took its birth,
And refts on his command.

6 He fcorns the angry nations rage,
And breaks their vain defigns;
His counfels ftand thro' ev'ry age,
And in full glory fhines.

PSALM XXXIII. Second Part. Com. Metre.

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Creatures vain, and God all fufficient.

LEST is the nation where the Lord
Hath fix'd his gracious throne;
Where he reveals his heav'nly word,
And calls their tribes his own;
2 His eye with infinite furvey

Does the whole world behold;
He form'd us all of equal clay,

And knows our feeble mould.

3 Kings are not rescu'd by the force Of armies from the grave:

Nor speed nor courage

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Can the bold rider fave.

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4 Vain is the strength of beasts or men,
To hope for fafety thence;
But holy fouls from God obtain
A ftrong and fure defence.

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God is their fear, and God their trust,

When plagues or famine spread; His watchful eye fecures the just

Among ten thousand dead.

6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy throne;
For we have made thy word our choice,
And trust thy grace alone.

PSALM XXXIII. As the 113th Pfal. First Part. Works of Creation and Providence.

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7E holy fouls, in God rejoice,

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Your Maker's praise becomes your voice, Great is your theme, your fongs be new; Sing of his name, his word, his ways,

His works of nature and of grace,

How wife and holy, just and true!
2 Juftice and truth he ever loves,
And the whole earth his goodness proves,
His word the heav'nly arches fpread;
How wide they shine from north to fouth!
And by the spirit of his mouth

Were all the starry armies made.

3 He gathers the wide flowing feas,
Those watry treasures know their place,
In the vast ftore-house of the deep:
He fpake, and gave all nature birth,
And fires, and feas, and heav'n, and earth,
His everlasting orders keep.

4 Let mortals tremble and adore

A God of fuch refiftless pow'r,

Nor dare indulge their feeble rage:
Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands,
But his eternal counsel stands,

And rules the world from age to age.

PSALMXXXIII. As the 113th Pfal. Second Part. Creatures vain, and God all fufficient.

Happy nation where the Lord

Reveals the treasure of his word,

And builds his church, his earthly throne!

His eye the heathen world furveys

He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways,
But God their Maker is unknown.

2 Let Kings rely upon their hoft,

And of his ftrength the champion boast;
In vain they boast, in vain rely;
In vain we truff the brutal force,
Or fpeed, or courage of a horfe,
To guard his rider or to fly.

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